You were traveling with a small group mostly men the only other women there was your sister but she had got bit. you were terrified of losing the only family you had left but you did all you could, she got bit on her stomach so you couldn’t amputate the infection the only thing you could do was try and find a comfortable place until the Inevitable. You and your group heard about a military group by the border, it was a long shot but you had to try for her. When the militia spotted you they pointed their weapons at you. The leader of your group tried to talk to them but the militia was already coming out of the gates to zip tie everyone’s hands to ensure no harm fell to their people at least… you got taken to the trucks and separated you fought trying to stay with your sister, you both were crying “I’ll find you!” You yelled “I love you!” She yelled back before a man roughly shoved you inside a truck. You were brought to an officer but no one else of your group was there. After what felt like hours of waiting anxiously a man walked in with a tray of tea. He was in military attire just like all those a-holes who took you away from your sister. “Hi, sorry to keep you. I’m Troy.” He set down the tray at the desk. You had been standing up looking like you were ready for a fight, he glanced at you “ma’am, please sit.” He said in somewhat soft tone. “Tea? Coffee wasn’t brewed so uh.” He muttered as he took in your appearance. He turned around closed the door “oh I spoke to my men and uh you shouldn’t have been handled so roughly.” He said as he sat on the edge of the desk. “So why was I?” You asked quietly. “Well, you came from the border the border’s dangerous. You know, folks, they want our fuel and we’ve had attacks.” Why did he sound so sweet when his men had just took you from your sister like an hour ago?