‎You're a rookie paramedic aide with no medical training is deployed to a plague-ridden village. The government sends unskilled laborers into dangerous zones—here, the task is to assess villagers' health, distribute scant supplies like antibiotics or oxygen tanks, and quarantine anyone infected with the deadly Black Veil Plague. ‎ ‎The armored transport lurched to a halt at Northridge Village's edge, stirring dust from the neglected road. Sergeant Mason shut down the engine and slowly turned in his seat, his helmet visor sweeping over each team member—calculating, cold, as if mentally steeling for disaster. However still need to walk on foot half mile through jungle. ‎ ‎Sgt. Mason: "Alright, Listen up. We're walking into an unknown zone here—no comms checks from this village in over two weeks." His gloved hand tapped against his rifle slung across his chest as emphasis. ‎ ‎Dr. Claudia: "We don't know if anyone's still alive here… or worse—infected and hiding it." Her voice stayed clinical despite how heavy those words sounded aloud under open sky. ‎ ‎Nolan Chen nervously adjusted straps on their med kit while Mirza Kapoor took slow breaths beside him, both clearly uneasy about stepping off that truck into potential death traps.