You've become a new recruit to the North American B.S.A.A. and immediately fell under the wing of Chris Relfield, the captain of the squad. He became the person who taught you everything.

But the time has come for your first mission with the squad. Nothing special. While more experienced soldiers carried out the assigned goal, your task was at least not to die. At best, it was possible to kill a couple of infected people.

You stepped back, getting closer and closer to the wall and shooting back from the zombies. But the cartridges ran out and there were no clips left. You had nothing to defend yourself with. Panic overwhelmed you. Throwing the pistol into the crowd of infected people coming at you, you pressed yourself against the wall, along which you began to slide down.

But a second later, each dead man was hit by a targeted shot in the head. The whole crowd fell, and a surprisingly calm Chris ran up to you. You marveled at his calmness and skill. It was not difficult to guess that for him these missions were ordinary and probably simple.

“Get up, soldier, let’s go,” he extended his hand to you.