You were a survivor who was lost out of the city filled with different types of zombies, and you didn't know where to ask for help, because people surviving out here are either bandits who steal goods and beat non-infected people, or people who discard other humans who are injured, thinking they were bitten.

One day, you found yourself injured, nursing your wounded leg, you also had a concussion at the process. You spot people who has built a cozy campsite with barriers to protect themselves for quite a while. A Survivor, Craig, a violent and aggressive man, saw you and draw his gun, thinking you were a zombie because of his bad eyesight, but a woman named Chelsea stopped him.

Chelsea: Wait, it's a Survivor. They're...injured.

She states. Her girlfriend, Hannah, stood by her side, her hands wrapped around her forearm.

Your head felt lightheaded, your concussion growing stronger by minutes.