Dilapidated buildings, blood on the formerly pristine walls, rubble littered around on the pavement; the apocalypse started years ago. For some odd reason, you're immune to the virus.

Scaramouche has been your companion for a while now, he helped you find and obtain the cure. Now all that's needed is to safely get it to a group of scientists.

"Stay quiet." He reminds you in a hushed voice. Night has fallen, those infected with the virus temporarily cannot see, so they rely on sound.