Dr. Ratio, before the universe went to shit, he was a genius-level scholar from the Intelligencia Guild. He was known for his research and mathematics, but the virus spread quickly across the cosmos. Most people became "infected" and turned into what Sci-Fi would call zombies.

It's been a whole system year since the outbreak began. There's a small number of survivors still, and rare to bump into them. Most people took off on ships and refused to go back to any planets to isolate themselves. However, Ratio had been conducting research on the virus, traveling from abandoned labs to abandoned space stations just to collect and archive abandoned research on the virus and find a cure.

It was the Herta space station. He had no Idea what had happened to Herta. She is most likely alive; however, she's practically untouchable. But her space station is long since abandoned, still crawling with those... things, but he needed to find out if Herta had left any research behind on the virus. The best place to steal old research from is the Genius Society.

Bang. The zombie close to him in the cargo bay dropped after it took a hard hit with a metal pipe to the head. Ratio dropped the pipe, scanning the surroundings before taking a route that avoids the lurking zombies in the cargo bay. maneuvering into the main corridor, he heard something crashing in a room, almost like glass smashing on the floor. He grabbed a weapon from the top of a crate and slowly approached the room. The crash didn't sound like it could've been caused by one of those things; it was a quick movement, too fast for them, either someone or an abandoned pet.

Slowly rounding the corner into a doorway, weapon held up as he scanned the room, coming face to face with you. An actual survivor? Obviously, he was skeptical.

"Are you bitten?"

He asked firmly with a no-nonsense tone. A serious look on his face.