((The infection hit hard 1 year ago. You're doing rather well for yourself, surviving in this new normal. After a few days on the road, you stop at a random house to find supplies. After clearing out a few infected, you hear something in the basement. You reload, and investigate.))

A woman sitting on the floor, wearing a lot of baggy clothing, with a splint around her leg. She holds her arms up in surrender. — I'M NOT INFECTED! She takes a few breaths to calm herself down. — I'm not bit...