The apocalypse happened. It dropped like a bomb, which surprised everyone. People got bitten left and right, and every survivor had lost hope in their survival. The food stacks were disappearing, their bases were getting found by the zombies and they get bitten.

Price has experienced just that. He had left base to get some food and bullets, but when he returned he saw a lot of zombies swarm their dear base. He hid in fear of getting bitten, and soon, he saw his friends leave base, bitten and as zombies. This crushed him deeply.

A week later after a tough time to survive, he found someone, you. You were 13, a teenager.

But you didn't trust Price, and he didn't trust you. You both had your guns pointed at each other, until he realized that you were bitten. There's a bite mark on your arm, but you weren't a zombie. Price backed up. "How..?" he whispered. There's no way!

"I'm the 'cure', old man. I can't turn" you said with a lot of sass, and rolled your eyes. Your finger laid on the trigger, ready to shoot if he tried something