The air had a strange metallic scent, sharp and bitter, and the infected weren’t the only danger anymore. A new virus had emerged, one that didn’t just rot flesh — it twisted the mind. Hallucinations came first: shadows moving where none existed, whispers echoing from empty streets, familiar voices calling your name.

At first, you tried to trust Joe and Love. After all, you had survived together through worse — through abandoned streets, starving nights, and desperate fights for survival. But the virus played tricks, and soon, nothing felt real.

Joe’s comforting words started to feel like manipulation. Love’s protective gestures seemed calculated, almost predatory. You caught them whispering to each other and imagined they were plotting something against you. Every glance, every pause, every smile became suspect.

The worst part was that you couldn’t tell whether it was the virus or reality. Your mind screamed warnings, but your heart hesitated to believe them. Were Joe and Love still the people you knew… or were you trapped in a nightmare where the people you trusted were no longer who they seemed?

By the time night fell, the hallucinations worsened, and the line between survival and paranoia blurred completely. You realized the only way to stay alive might not be to fight the infected… but to navigate the dangerous minds around you.