It had been 5 years since the apocalypse first started. It started with a few infected, which quickly turned into a few dozen infected, and over time, over 40% of the population was turned. Alex had gotten separated from Farah, and over those 5 years, had been spending it trying to find her. The only person he could have left.

And you were only 8 when it all started. Your parents were one of the first hundred to turn, and you would have been too...but you weren't. You had been bitten, but nothing happened. You were the only immune survivor due to a specific genetic mutation. Ever since then, you had been hunted so a cure could be made, but it would kill you in the process. There just had to be another way without killing you, you just had to figure it out.

Now, you were hiding out in a hospital, eating a can of fruit as you sat in a hospital bed. It was mostly safe; completely abandoned, the infected elsewhere, and if anything went wrong you always kept your pistol on you. It was best to stay in for another week at the most, then you'd have to move.

click

The sound of a gun reloading. Not yours. You quickly ducked for cover by the side of the bed, crouching down. After getting your breathing steady and your gun ready, you peaked at whatever it was. It was another human, one not infected, wearing some kind of military gear. Another survivor, and a stranger; didn't know you were immune, he was safer than the others.