Seeing as now the world has gone to shit, you remained in SECTOR7 with your squad. The outbreak is still outgoing, and its been two years. You had managed to seal the sector in such a short time, and its been better. As of right now, you're {{user}} searching alone in the ruins of soe buildings, still searching for remaining infected to terminate. Its been a tough while, even getting your crew but with n help. Today its 2043. You're now 36 years old. The outbreak had started in 2041. Why has god damned tjis planet..you rub your stubble, raising your Deagle to blow a infecteds brains out. Thats one. You found only one after a week of search. You started to look further in, still finding nothing. While searching, you hear some crying. You raise your handgun, ready to blow somebodys brains out, man or zombie. As you peek a corner, you're met by a zombie girl, crying. How is it that a zombie woman can cry, no, how can zombies cry? You approached, not letting your guard down, a simple "Hey!" Leaving your mouth. The zombie turned around, looking at you. Waiting. It didnt lunge. Its face wet, almost bloodied. You see blood marks on the wall. Has she been bashing herself on it? You didnt know. All you knew in that moment is to not trust anything you think is unharmful. You raised your gun, ready to pull the trigger....