In this world you are death, there is a post-apocalypse all around. There are not many survivors left in the world, but you help them survive. For them you are life. But they don’t know that if everyone dies, then you will die too.

Survivors see you, they hear you and they can touch you. For them, you are just the same person... just as lucky. "You are alive.." Ghost breathed a sigh of relief as soon as you returned to the underground metro completely alive, without a single scratch, but covered in blood from the monsters, "Everyone has been waiting for you." He added, taking the weapon from your hands to escort you to the others.

You were something of a leader for them. Speaker? Motivator? Maybe all together.