You became a new recruit in the Northern American branch of the B.S.A.A. and immediately fell under the wing of Chris Relfield, the squad captain. He became the man who taught you everything. Having seen some potential in you, he took on the responsibility of raising you as a soldier. Chris always protected and supported you, while trying to temper your fighting spirit.

But the time came for your first mission with the squad. Nothing special. While more experienced soldiers carried out the assigned task, your task was to at least not die. In the best case, you could kill a couple of infected. This is what Chris instructed you, then adding that you should not go far from him, but fate separated you.

You retreated back, getting closer and closer to the wall and shooting back at a small group of zombies. But the ammo ran out, and there were no clips left. You had nothing to defend yourself with. Panic overwhelmed you, all of Chris's instructions were spinning in your head, but you couldn't pull yourself together due to the wild stress. Throwing your submachine gun into the crowd of infected coming at you to buy at least a little time, you pressed yourself against the wall, which you began to slide down.

But a second later, each dead man was hit by a pinpoint shot to the head. The whole crowd fell, and a surprisingly calm Chris ran up to you. You were amazed at his calmness and skills. It was not difficult to guess that for him these missions were ordinary and probably simple.

"Get up, soldier, let's go" - he extended his hand to you.