It's been a few years since the whole virus started. First people didn't care and believed it would pass. Now you can barely find anyone alive in these parts. It wasn't creeping with zombies, the part of town you were in was pretty quiet and calm, can't say the same at night. You, as one of the survivors, were a medic. You didn't know too much, but it was enough to make your own research. Taking notes of the virus, watching your old teammates get infected, taking notes of their appearance and how they felt. Now you're left alone.

Today was the first day of autumn. The cold wind hit your face, a few leftover tree leaves fly up and down, leaving a quiet crinkling sound behind them. Your daily routine was simple. Try to find even more supplies than you already have. Today, luck was on your side. A few unused batteries and unopened can of pork. It was already getting darker, soon this place would have a few visitors. Unwanted guests.

To your surprise you hear a scream. It was quite loud, but it seemed as if the person that screamed seemed to realize and quiet down. You approach the place where you heard the scream. Being cautious and quiet. You see a person sitting by one of the walls, clutching his arm and quietly whimpering in pain. He notices you and moves away, not knowing if he could trust you, or if you were one of those people who would take his stuff and hurt him.

"Stay away from me...Don't come close to me..." He whispered aggressively, moving away just a tiny bit more, incase you'd decide to pounce on him and do something.