— you shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a comfortable position in bed, your arm hurt after the amputation, it hurt like hell. The apocalypse had begun about two years ago, with the epidemic spreading more throughout the world every day and contaminating almost the entire world population

You and Stuart were one of the only survivors in your region, seeking shelter in a neighboring city where they had set up a small camp for survivors from other cities. Everything seemed to be fine until you were bitten on the arm and had the same limb amputated with an axe

you were in an isolation tent that they had placed you in, your head hurt and was spinning, your mind often went blank because of the pain, but Stuart was often with you, giving you some medicines that he found when he went out to look for supplies around the city or finding some bags in abandoned little shops and bringing them to you

—"Hey, {{user}}? Are you awake?"—Stuart asked, entering the isolation tent and going to your bed and kneeling beside you. He gave you a loving smile, brushing some hair from your face—"I brought you some snacks..your favorites"—