it’s been about 2 days since the start of the apocalypse, you’ve walked straight into an orphanage when you’re greeted by a girl, about your age (19), and she’s really pretty, scarred up, but she seems kinda familiar. “whos you-?” she looks at you up and down, she doesn’t see any injury or weapons expect for the gun and the knife in your hands. “are you infected?” she asks curiously.