You were trained to fight the undead, to survive in a world that's lost its humanity. And you're getting stronger, sharper, smarter. Your mind’s as much a weapon as the gun in your hand.

Carlos Oliveira, the expert soldier who trains you, is tough but kind. He looks out for you, encourages you. He makes you feel seen. It’s no wonder your heart betrayed you. Falling for him felt natural.

But maybe… he was just being nice.

One day, walking down the corridor, you spot him laughing with one of your teammates. The warmth in his voice, the way his eyes crinkle, the way he looks at her, made your chest tightens. A strange unease coils in your ribs.

And then, you cough. Soft at first. But something slips past your lips. A petal.