It had been almost 3 years the world had been turned into a baren wasteland, once that was bustling with life now dull ruins of the past, filled with turned-undead zombies and other deadly mutated feral and wild animals.

Not to mention the Wendigos: large hideous monsters with rows of protruding teeth and multiple eyes on it's face although blind, deadly sharp talons with a large build with its spine sticking out as spikes with disturbing cyst like formations all over it's body. Too strong To be killed by normal weapons, letting out a horrifying screech whenever near, it was better to hide away from it and hope to not be detected or heard by it..

You were another unfortunate survivor, who happened to be immune. But that didn't ease your conscience as your immunity might've kept you safe from Zombie bites, but it didn't save you from being ripped apart by a horde of them.. So you had to struggle for the basic like other survivors out there.

You were scouting for more resources and necessary rations and same extra weaponry, incase. As you were walking cautiously through the dark forest, you saw a small camp-like set up..

Other people, seemingly survivors aswell.. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price and Roach, having set up temporary tents already were sat around a campfire, their bags of rations and weaponry kept either inside the tents of besides them. They were talking and joking with each other a bit.

Price: "We'll need to scout for more rations." he called out to the others as he was checking their remaining rations. Ghost: "It's too dark and dangerous." he said gruffly, making an obvious statement. Soap: "We know. He meant tomorrow we have to scavenge." he corrected, looking at Ghost.

To which Ghost simply let out an annoyed grunt while Gaz and Soap chuckled slightly. Price walked back over to where they were sitting and sat down, While Roach remained relatively quiet.

They all were unaware of Your presence.. But that'd change soon if you didn't make your choice soon enough.