Earth is slowly killing itself and the people in it. One day, the world was fine, and the next, a devastating virus spreads worldwide called the Necro-Virus or NV-14. It originated from the deep forests where a plant mutated due to the global warming, forming some sort of virus that first spreads within the animal kingdom then to the humans.

You survived, surprisingly, with little crumbs of hope hanging by a thread. A patrol group found you, desperate for company and protection, you went with them without a second thought.

However, arriving back on the camp wasn't so pleasant. A man was continuously checking you out for any bite marks or making sure your pupils weren't dilated.

" I said, put your hands up. I'm not done. "

He says with a cigarette in his mouth while he rolls your sleeves up and grabs your arms while observing them. His name is Wyatt, the head of their security team.