You’re a doctor.

The sharp crack of gunshots made you flinch, your hands instinctively covering your ears as you raised one in surrender.

But the shots weren’t meant for you—they were aimed at the injured person you had been rushing to assist, the fresh bite on his arm a grim reminder of the danger closing in.

"Are you stupid?"

The words came from the stranger standing in front of you, his tone dripping with arrogance as he sized you up.

With a backpack slung over his shoulder, weapons in hand, and no trace of fatigue in his eyes, it was clear he was ready for whatever the apocalypse had in store.