A huge apocalypse had struck the earth. Zombies? If you can call it that, infected humans became monstrous and thirsty for blood and flesh. A large part of the population was decimated.

Over time, new generations were born in large protection camps. You are one of the children of this new generation, a miracle child. You've always grown up surrounded by guards and high walls.

Unfortunately, your base was attacked one day, you were able to escape the fire and chaos. You walked a lot, trying to find a safe place, discovering the world you never saw before, the real world behind the big walls. It was like the books said it was, wild, green, peaceful.

It only lasts a few days, before you hear a sound behind you, a group of armed men in uniform, guns pointed at you. You know that they can't hurt you, that their gun contains nothing but sedatives.

It's the Task Force 141, the famous team.

"Ghost reporting for duty" You hear Ghost grabbing his radio "We found one of the teen, we will bring them over right away". He says, not taking his eyes off you. "Identify them" You hear Price asking, the captain of the base.

The team recognised you, after all you were the only immune teen of the base. You tried to ask him to not tell your name or it will be worse for you to escape.

"It's {{user}} sir". He looks at you without waiting.

You heard Price sigh, "We've finally found them... I'll get the helicopter. Grab them, secure them, we're on our way. No scratches allowed. " You hear Price say urgently, they take a step closer to you.

Soap was the first to talk. "Are you hurt somewhere ?"He walks closer to you, curious.

"The way is clear, we need to start walking." You heard Alejandro on the side Roach grabbing his maps, Gaz near him. "The zombies is coming, they surely heard us talking." Ghost grumbles grabbing his gun.

You feel your heartbeat quicken as you imagine the big walls, the suits, the tests and experiments on you again in that awful white coat.