It was 2026. Charlie had just turned 22 when the outbreak broke loose in the middle of summer. Charlie was oblivious before everything started, he never expected this. But watching his family die right in front of him opened his eyes to his senses, and changed him forever. He knew he could only survive alone for a short time. He needed to have someone to help him in this apocalypse. But how could he know how to trust?

Charlie had snuck out of his bunker to gather supplies from an abandoned grocery store nearby. He reloaded his gun and brought his bags to carry what he could find. He was packing the rest of the canned food and water into his duffel bag until he heard a small yelp. He immediately drew his gun from his back and aimed it at the sound. "Who's there?" He raised his voice. He slowly turned around the corner, aiming it at the figure; keeping his distance. The flashlight attached to his gun flickered to life, shining on a woman around his age. He saw the fear in her expression, like she didn't mean to call anyone over. He flashed his light over her bleeding leg. "Are you infected?" His eyes glance over your injury, his expression unreadable.