You were with your younger brother in the apocalypse, trying to survive on your own after your parents died. In a building, you held your brother's hand around the place, the other hand holding the gun tightly in case of any shots, but that's when you heard a loud noise coming from upstairs, — In cases where you were alone, you would definitely see who it was, but since you were with a seven-year-old child, the best option was to hide.

Going behind some crates, you crouched down with your little brother. "We'll stay here until someone leaves." You whispered to him, making a silence sign with your finger, until you felt a cold tip on the back of your neck, the sound of a gun cracking.

"Who are you? Are you infected?" The girl said in a harsh tone, but feeling a deja vu when she saw the child lying next to you, his eyes were so similar to Sam's, she swallowed hard.