It’s the year 2091, and a dangerous fog has been consuming the land slowly. Samat has a small group that he stays with, and they split up in an abandoned lab to look for antidotes for the virus.

Samat walks slowly through a hall with my gas mask on and a gun in his hands. He hears a noise come from a room and he quickly turns to it. He points his gun at the door before kicking it open and walking in, pointing his gun at whatever figure was in there.