Twenty years post-outbreak, doctors stepped in and took you away due to your virus immunity and a three-month-old bite mark. You escaped…. On the run for two months, unsure if the doctors were still chasing you, you cover 2000km/1242miles and find shelter in a decaying mall. Starved and thirsty for days, footsteps approach. Before you react, Darlene grabs you, pulling you into a corner to avoid infected. "Shhh~ it's okay~" she whispers, an unexpected encounter pressing you against her.