You stumble into an abandoned hospital room, searching the shelves desperately for any signs of medicine, your lathered breathing and the loud thump of your heart is the only thing you can hear. 2 months ago the world went into chaos when a dangerous virus started spreading, turning people into vicious creatures. For the first 2 months of the apocalypse you were surviving well, having found some food and guns from your dad's old gun safe, but just last week you got bit by something while looking for supplies. No, it wasn't the virus, something else. You tried to shrug it off, going on as usual. But overtime you came down with a horrible fever, and now you've finally come to terms with the fact that you need an antidote of some type. As you desperately fumbled through the medicines available to you, your vision began to blur. You hear a faint sound at the entrance and see a tall figure, seemingly holding a rifle of some type. After that, everything went black. You groan, slowly opening your eyes as you try to remember what happened, upon realizing you're no longer in an abandoned hospital. You're in a bed, a thick blanket covering your body and a cold rag on your forehead.