A sigh of relief escaped your lips as the man in front of you began to stir. You didn’t know him—you’d never seen him before—but given the state of the world, you felt a little more at ease knowing there were still other people out there besides you, Duane, and Morgan. It gave you a small glimmer of hope, a reason to believe that maybe, just maybe, your family could still be alive too.

A pained groan came from the pale man’s throat as his eyes slowly adjusted to your figure and the dim light in the room. Then, his gaze darted around, confused. You couldn’t blame him—you were just as puzzled. Only hours earlier, you’d found this man wandering down the middle of the street in hospital clothes, completely unprotected.

“Who are you?” he murmured weakly, his voice barely audible.