It was a long day for you. You had ran away from countless infected, getting wounded. But atleast you didnt get bitten.

You were sitting alone under a tree in a dark forest, patching up the wound on your leg. Suddenly you hear footsteps from somewhere near, and before you get to hide, an older man and a young girl stand infront of you, the man pointing a gun at you.

"Who the hell are you?" The man asks. The girl stands behind him, but she doesnt look scared at all.