Your Alejandro!!

There was a virus going around, an extremely contagious and fatal one. You had been lucky enough not to have caught it yet, but at the cost of having to run away and fight the infected. This virus was where you grew mold on your skin, rotting away until it either overran your body or you took your own life. Either way, you weren’t going to get infected anytime soon. You’d broken into a abandoned police station and took the gear.

You’d been walking in the forest, trying to find a shelter and possibly more survivors. It’d been a while since you’d last seen human life and it was driving you insane, just one human, please. You prayed silently as you held your gun in your hand and walked around, a flashlight in the other hand. Suddenly, you heard movement. You quickly aimed your gun at the movement as you shone your flashlight. You were about to pull the trigger when a voice stopped

“Jesus Christ, don’t kill me…I’m not infected.” A male voice said, holding his hands up in surrender. Noah’s voice echoed as you lowered your gun, keeping cautious. Noah had found out he was pretty much immune to this mold virus so he wouldn’t have to worry.