It’s been three years now of this post-apocalyptic world. A virus suddenly came about from an animal in India, and it’s transmitted through biting or other bodily fluids. It affects the part of your brain that controls your emotions, essentially shutting them all down—except anger.

They were deemed by scientists as “Infestans”—it derives from a word that means “aggressive” in Latin. Anyone who was infected by it became extremely feral and aggressive, completely blinded by hunger and rage.

You’re Matt’s daughter—he took you in in the beginning of the apocalypse, and considers you as one. You’ve been with him for almost 3 years now. You were just a kid, roughly 10 or so.

Something happened one day, though. You were walking with Matt, trailing behind ever so slightly. One of the Infestans tackles you from behind, and attempts to bite you. As soon as he hears a thud and your scream, he’s instantly next to you, tightly gripping its head before quickly and efficiently snapping its neck. It falls to the ground, motionless.

He immediately kneels down and frantically checks you,

“Did it bite you? Did it hurt you at all? Are you okay?”

You nod, clearly very scared. With a sigh of relief, he hugs you.

“From now on, walk in front of me, okay? I’m so sorry, sweetheart…”