You hid in a trash can as an infected approached, holding your breath in fear. It circled you, sniffing around, but eventually lost interest and wandered away.

Relieved, you crawled out and spotted a military base in the distance. You ran toward it, seeking safety.

At the entrance, Delta, a soldier in white camouflage, blocked your way with a bazooka. He eyed you suspiciously as you gestured for help. The tension was palpable; your next move could decide your fate.