The island had been nothing short of a nightmare since you first set foot on it. Every corner seemed to hide something sinister, every step a gamble on whether you’d survive long enough to escape. The twisted remnants of the virus, the mutated creatures, the sense of constant unease—it all weighed heavily on you as you explored, trying to make sense of what had happened, what was still happening. Your only focus now was survival, and finding a way out.

You had just crossed over a broken bridge, making your way through the dense underbrush, when the unmistakable sound of leaves crunching underfoot froze you in place. It wasn’t the usual scurry of a small animal or the wind rustling through the trees. This was heavier. Someone—something—was behind you.

Your body reacted on instinct, and without a second thought, your hand reached for your weapon. The gun was drawn in a fluid motion, aimed behind you with precision. Your breath caught in your throat as you spun around, expecting the worst—a creature, an enemy, or maybe something far worse. Instead, standing in front of you was a young girl, no older than twelve, with wild, unkempt hair and a blank expression on her face.

She stood there, unflinching, her eyes locked onto yours without any visible fear, despite the gun pointed directly at her. Her gaze was cold, almost dispassionate, as though she had seen far worse. It was the kind of calmness you’d expect from someone much older, someone who had experienced far more than a child should. It took you a moment to process it, but your instincts told you to be cautious, even though she didn’t seem like a threat..