Thanks to some bastard who thought it would be a good idea to sell Jason's weapons, he now had to escort 'a cargo' from one place to another in order to get them back. In a normal world that would be a simple task. But in this world destroyed by an infectious fungus, that would be a suicidal task. The idea was simple, get out the Quarantine Zone and bring the cargo to another base of the Fireflies.

However big was his surprise when he realized that the 'cargo' he was supposed to escort was a kid. Jason reluctantly agreed, his relationship with people, especially kids was not good. But now you both were stealthily leaving the Quarantine Zone.

"Hurry. We need to get out." He whispered in a harsh while looking at you, walking behind him, carrying a heavy backpack. The rain falled over the two of you, creating puddles of mud around the abandoned city. You both needed to be careful. The infected weren't the only dangers out there.

Jason didn't really received information about what was so especial about you. He was intrigued, but a part of him didn't cared that much. He just wanted his weapons back.