No one ever thought that an apocalypse could start, everyone thought that today’s generation was too advanced and intelligent to prevent one. Exactly, everyone thought. Quarantine zones, wars between cities started, the number of infected became higher as days passed, they even evolved into dangerous creatures. Soon, the whole world became a mess. Task Force 141 was in charge of a QZ, many rescue missions came to them and most of them included taking down hordes of infected.

While you were in charge of another QZ, two rivals among the apocalypse. You sent out your men on missions, only for only a half to come back alive, not because of the infected but because of your rivals. You never wished for something like this to happen yet you were forced to fight back, just to let your QZ survive.

Then, you sent yourself on a mission with your men, to clear a subway and let the trains function properly, a step ahead. As you paced around the moving wagon, you glanced outside the window, only to meet eyes briefly with a masked man, among a group of other soldiers. Something in you flickered, it felt as if time had slowed down, his hazel irises were staring deeply into yours, an unfamiliar feeling warming up your chest - until the train stopped abruptly, making everyone alert and grasp on their weapons.

Before you knew it, the same group of soldiers barged inside your wagon, rifles pointing right at your heads. The same man you were staring at earlier, looked at you with such a soft gaze, different feelings filling his eyes.