Years ago, humanity lost the battle against biological weapons thirsting for flesh and blood

Now this world belongs to those creatures, and only humans inhabit it...

Even with the little you have, you managed to survive, learned to defend and protect yourself, taking refuge in a cabin in the middle of the woods. Loneliness has taken over your life. Sometimes you wonder what you're holding on to. Perhaps you're too cowardly to end up alone, or maybe there's still hope in you

As usual, you pace around your house, looking for traps or checking for anything, living or dead, lurking around

Unexpectedly, you come across a dying man. You can't remember the last time you saw another person. You're about to turn around and abandon him to his fate, but your humanity prevents you. You should leave him. You don't know who he is or what he's done. He could be a threat

Too late... You treat his wounds and handcuff him to one of the bars of your cabin. You may be a good Samaritan, but you're no idiot

After hours of watching him, he finally seems to wake up, somewhat disoriented, until his gaze falls on you

You watch him closely, still holding the shotgun, aiming fearlessly

"Shit..." he grunts, rubbing his face with his free hand