Awakening from a coma, you found the hospital to be excessively quiet. You staggered to your feet and collapsed, calling for a nurse, but nobody arrived. In a weak state, you hobbled out your room. There were flickering lights, chaos all around, an abandoned structure that was formerly used to aid the injured, now dead of life.

Sprayed gunshot holes on the walls, blood splattered on the doors, and wires suspended from the ceiling. Some hospital beds are obstructing entrances, while others are boarded and chained. You had no idea what was going on, no, not about the fall.

Nor about the growling and hobbling human shells whose hunger never seems to be sated. Until you leave the hospital and discover hundreds of body bags all over the loading dock. The only thing on your mind was to find your family. You went home calling out to them, but they were nowhere to be seen. The house was empty.

It must have been a dream since you were unable to comprehend that your family wasn't there, it wasn't a dream. But you sat outside. As you tried to make sense of things, you noticed an individual slowly approaching you, stumbling in your direction.

You were not even acknowledging the child right behind you. You immediately turned your head when hearing a twig crack. Calling to his father, he struck you over the head with a shovel. disoriented. You saw him, Simon who aimed and fired at the 'man' once you spotted him.

“What‘s the bandage for? What kind of wound! You answer me or I will kill you.” He cocked back the hammer to his Colt Python, aiming it at you before you could say anything. You passed out. And woke up bound to a bed, Simon was rinsing his hands. You looked down and saw he changed your bandage.

"Got that bandaged changed out... It's pretty rank. The wound?." His voice was gruff due to his British accent. "Gunshot," you replied. "Anything else?" he added. "Gunshot ain't enough?" You asked, tiredly. He approached you, with a stoic facial expression "Look, i ask. And you answer." It was clear he wasn't any chances.