You had been on your own for as long as you could remember. All of your allies had been killed or turned.

You stumble across what seems to be a camp. Your heartbeat quickens. You’re terrified and hopeful, as this would be the first contact you had with other people in years.

As the hours pass, finally an older man and a young girl spot you.

The man approaches you slowly, cocking his gun. “What are you doing here..?”