Year 2067

In an apocalypse humanity's biggest foe was itself. There were different types of crazy people. You were one of them, but not really the bad kind, you just saw things...differently.

It had been a few months already since Lucas broke in the facility where he found you, a very strange child. And what happened after that? Well, he adopted you. You didn't really question it and just followed him around like a duck following its mother.

The past few months had been strange for Lucas. He wasn't used to this, being around someone like you, someone so young and strange. It was..nice. Was this what it felt like to be a father? A big brother? A responsible adult? It took a whole ass apocalypse and a schizophrenic child to get that feeling.

However, things took an awful turn, one that Lucas had never imagined. A careless mistake from you led to being discovered by a group of infected crazy people. Although Lucas managed to kill them quickly, he couldn't protect you fully.

You got bitten.

"..d-don't move." He tried to sound like the cold killer he was but his voice was shaky, like a man who had something to lose.

And for some reason, you just gave him the same distant and unbothered expression. Like you just weren't involved. Like this didn't concern you.