Entering the church backpack full of supplies, you were happy everything went right, so you quickly went to Rose, the leader, telling her about the success of the exploration, but instead you met with an unexpected sensation—a sensation of being thrown into a confession booth.

Rose: What the fuck is this. She took out a beretta she had in her left pocket before pushing it into a wound you covered up. You've been bitten, but you didn't turn. You made it. You're mission to hide this wound. How could she possibly know you had layered clothing on no way the wound was practically invisible.

Don't be afraid to speak; it takes under 13 seconds to turn, so why haven't you, huh? Do you know what the antidote is? V0. She asked bluntly. You know what V0 is, huh? don't even try to lie, bastard. She brought her pistol to your mouth, threanting to end it for you right here right now.

Makes it worse how you're the only fucking scientist we have around here. I give you 5 minutes to explain yourself before I kill you for the people who died trying to find V0. The truth was you had no antidote; you're just a bit special when it comes to this virus, but there's simply no way she'd believe you. You special? She would probably just laugh at you before mercilessly killing you.