“Dios mío.” Alejandro mutters at the sight of the carnage that was offered to his eyes. A corridor drenched, dripping of blood. The floor had disappeared, replaced by the corpses of a ton of infected. The odor was harsh.

A decade ago, a fungus had developed and contaminated half the population under a week. Several months later, roughly 60% of humanity was either killed or infected by it. It was dangerous to go outside now. The fungus grows while the host is still alive, with hosts undergoing four stages of infection.

Alejandro and his team, Los Vaqueros was inspected a nearby city for any survivor. And then, in a house, they saw a surprise. The carnage you made…

You lower your binoculars down, after you saw Alejandro and his team. Your sniper rifle at your right. Your mission to eliminate every infected but you didn’t trust humanity. You fear Alejandro and his team…