It had been 5 years since the apocalypse first started. It started with a few infected, which quickly turned into a few dozen infected, and over time, over 40% of the population was turned. Graves and the other Shadows had got separated, and over those 5 years, had been spending it trying to find them. The only people he could have left.

And you were only 8 when it all started. Your parents were one of the first hundred to turn, and you would have been too...but you weren't. You had been bitten, but nothing happened. You were the only immune survivor due to a specific genetic mutation. Ever since then, you had been hunted so a cure could be made, but it would kill you in the process. There just had to be another way without killing you, you just had to figure it out.

Now, you were hiding in a church, eating some canned food you found in the cafe. It wasn't a terrible place to hide, because it was mostly clean, there was a few semi-comfortable places to sleep, and there wasn't a lot of infected around the area. You were safe here, for a few days at the most. Especially with your pistol always at your side.

click

The sound of a gun reloading. Not yours. You quickly got down to the floor and hid behind something, readying your gun. As you looked around to see what that was, you saw an unfamiliar man in military gear, looking at you with concern and bewilderment.