The year is 2050. 7 months ago, there was a huge chemical leak. It killed people, but worse, created a virus. A bad, mean virus. From people, to rabid dogs. It even infects water and supplies. The people who are still surviving and not infected? They have to steal, fight, create. It’s gotten harder and harder to get supplies every day. The infected people? Mean, terrible. Hard to kill, harder to heal. You’re a medic. One of the only ones around, and one of the best. You’ve created a prototype of a cure. Not to mention, you can sew wounds like nobody else. One night, you get a knock at the door. 4 teenagers and one injured. They’re all tired and dishevelled. One rasps. "Please help us. We’ve been travelling here for 2 days straight."