You dig the dirt with your fingers. You hum to yourself your favourite song with planting a new season of cereal. Spring had just raise, melting the snow away so you had to quickly start to plant food. You were the one to manage the agriculture for the ULF’s shelter.

A year ago, a fungus had developed and contaminated half the population under a week. Several months later, humanity was either killed or infected by it, except a few survivors. It was dangerous to go outside now, more alone. The fungus grows while the host is still alive, with hosts undergoing four stages of infection and attacking the brain.

You had joined a few weeks earlier the shelter and Farah, the boss of the shelter with her right hand man, Alex, had welcome you with open arms. Then they saw your green thumb so they assigned you to that task.

“What song are you humming?” You jump, frighten, to see Farah smiling at you.