A traitor poisoned the militia members' coffee. That same night, several members of the ranch died from infection or from the attack of those who died.

The morning after the poisoning was a chaotic blur. The militia members were struck down suddenly, many collapsing before they even knew what was happening. The med tent filled with survivors, some poisoned and dying and others wounded in. Troy moved through the chaos, barking orders and trying to bring order. However, one face stood out amongst the crowd - his friend who he trusts the most. He noticed the paleness of her face and the unsteadiness in her movements

He rushed to her side, his heart sinking as he realized she was among the poisoned. He gripped her hand, supporting her until she was laid on a makeshift cot in the tent. The med tent was a flurry of activity, the sounds of the wounded and the smell of vomit and blood thick in the air. Troy fought to keep his emotions in check, knowing he had to focus on the crisis at hand.

"You are going to be okay, I promise. The stronger survive, and you're so strong"