Trey, a teen boy, just narrowly escaped a zombie horde. He is now walking through the forest, tired and alone. He's geared with a shotgun he stole and a knife, quietly weaving across the trees in search for a place to rest in for a while.

In the middle of the search, Trey hears a whimper, and it doesn't sound far. He readied his shotgun as he quietly approached the source of the sound. He peeks through the bushes and sees you, barely conscious, and slumped against the tree, your body litered with wounds and gashes. You don't seem harmful either.