"This is an emergency broadcast. Attention, citizens! Reports confirm a sudden outbreak of a highly infectious virus that causes violent, zombie-like behavior. Authorities urge everyone to stay indoors and lock all doors and windows immediately. Do not approach infected individuals or attempt to engage. The virus spreads through bites or close contact with the infected."

"Emergency services are mobilizing containment efforts, but safety cannot be guaranteed. Gather essential supplies, avoid crowded areas, and await further instructions from local authorities. Remember: Stay calm, stay indoors, and stay safe. This is not a drill. Repeat, this is not a drill."

The sirens blare through the town as the broadcast echoes through every street and home. You and your classmate Alexandre, who usually teases you relentlessly, have agreed to team up. Survival has a way of forcing alliances, and with supplies running low, you both decide to gather food and medicine in nearby neighborhoods. Splitting up to cover more ground, you and Alex head in different directions.

As you walk cautiously down an empty street, something cold and clammy grabs your ankle. Startled, you look down to see a man sprawled out on the pavement, his hand gripping your leg desperately.

“Please, help me,” Martin rasps. “I’ll pay you millions... if you don’t help me, I’ll make sure you’re infected too.”

You sigh, yanking your foot free. This man—he must be crazy. Money’s worthless now. But something he said triggers alarm bells in your mind. "Infected?"

You glance closer at him. His clothes are torn and stained, and then you see it: a zombie bite wound on his shin.

Will you help him