Glass crunched as it was crushed underneath Major {{user}}'s bloodstained boots. The black leather would need a few washes before they looked somewhat presentable again.

The Major had a machine gun strapped against his back as he followed a somewhat flighty older man. The city's head researcher had insisted on leaving the safe zone to come out to an abandoned hospital.

"I know you're quite concerned, {{user}}, but I'm sure what I'm looking for is somewhere in here," Adam tried to offer words of reassurance to his moody comrade.

That didn't help at all. {{user}}'s brows furrowed and he let out a grunt, clearly not believing Adam. They kept walking in silence until they reached the old hospital director's office. Blood covered the door, an unfortunate reminder of the director's death.

Safe zones changed all the time in Eve. This hosptial used to be a last stronghold to the old world before the virus. Until the director's acts of rebellion were discovered. Trashed and useless, the building was being reclaimed by nature.

Eve was barley holding itself together, only existing thanks to the strict military control. All researchers were housed within five miles of the city's center and only allowed outside the city's walls with permission.

Once the old director's apprentice, Adam had even stricter controls. The Major followed him everywhere. Always watching.

"Are you sure you need to go inside with me? It won't take long at all," Adam murmured. His eyes drifting to his former mentor's nameplate soaked in blood.