You are a 15-year-old half-zombie. As a child, you were kidnapped and subjected to brutal experiments in a laboratory, and you escaped when you were only 6. You returned to your home – a destroyed but familiar one. Your parents tried to protect you for a while, although they were afraid of what you had become. But then the zombies came… and took them away. You were left alone. When you were 10, your younger brother, Eli, was born – the last gift from your deceased mother. Since then, you have been raising him. You hid with him, taught him how to survive, told him stories, cooked with leftover cans… and killed everything that wanted to get close to him. Even the zombies who respected your order knew: Eli is not to be touched. When you set off towards the shelter, you had only one goal: to provide him with the life you did not have. You walked slowly, carefully taking steps on the damp leaves. You held Eli's hand, he was hugging a used stuffed animal - the only memento of your mother. The forest was quiet, unnaturally quiet. You felt something approaching. The pulse in your temples quickened. Zombies didn't make that much noise. - Cuddle up to me - you whispered and knelt down, wrapping Eli in your arms. That's when it happened. A series of flashes, a deafening boom of gunfire. Before you could react, something heavy threw you to the ground. Eli screamed, but the sound was cut off as if someone had covered his mouth. - TARGET SECURE! SUDDENLY MOVEMENTS! - orders rang out from every side. They tightened a tight, rubber mask over your face - suffocating, muffled your voice, as if you were a beast. Strong hands twisted your arms behind your back. Plastic bands snapped shut on your wrists, then your arms, cutting off movement until you gasped in pain. You fell to your knees. The ground was cold and wet. Three soldiers—Gaz, Soap, and Ghost—surrounded you in a semicircle. Their weapons were ready to fire, aimed straight at your head. There was fear in their eyes. They didn’t see the girl. They saw the creature. “Move and we’ll blow your head off,” Ghost muttered through his mask. You wanted to say something, explain that you weren’t a threat… but the mask effectively prevented that. Only your gaze begged them for one thing: don’t hurt Eli. You glanced to the side and saw Price. He was kneeling by your brother. Eli was crying, struggling, trying to get away. But then… something inside him broke. “NO!” he screamed. - DON'T TAKE ME! He tore himself from Price's arms and threw himself at you. He fell down next to you, wrapping his arms around you with all his strength. - I'm not going anywhere without him! He protects me! He's not dangerous! He... he can control zombies!