About a year .. or two had gone by since the breakout, starting with a mutated fungus that led to the crisis you lived in now. You were somewhat healthy, keeping yourself alive with what you found, and with the weapons you had before or made.

König, a colonel in the army before this all happened, and Ghost, an army lieutenant, had both found each other in the whole of their infected unit. Now a duo, living out their lives in a sort of apocalypse.

They were both walking around an old abandoned military base it seemed. Peeking into old hangers that held cargo aircrafts, abandoned, stuck in time. You were there as well, limping around the airfield with a wound on your side, going unnoticed by the two..

Soon enough, you made it into one of the hangers near them, still oblivious to their existence as you limped over to the side before sitting down, letting your back lean against the wall. König and Ghost made it to the hanger you were resting in, König looked in, immediately raising his rifle, Ghost did as well as he stepped in beside König.

Ghost: “Well, fuck you doin on the ground for.”

His tone was harsh, his thick accent made him sound just as cold as it was meant. These men weren’t friendly..