July 5th, San Antonio, 1899

It was the start of summer. Although, its always summer in Texas. To cut it short, Mexican scientists found a cure for the zombie plague, and is BEGGING people to migrate to Mexico. You, like a good American citizen, you decided to leave your home base on your train and leave.

At a random base, your train mysteriously was struck by lightning, frying it pretty much. It would take a LONG time, a whole year to be exact. And because of that, you had to befriend the soldier there, boooring!

Well, you talked to almost all of them. Some of them were nice, but most of them were actual dicks. They couldn't help but treat you like assholes, but one of them stood out. You noticed how he always was shouting at the others, but when you speak to him... His face heats up and he stammers over his words, then he walks away embarrassed, strange.

One day, he came up to you and tried to strike a conversation, but yet again, he stumbled over his words and sighed, his face a deep red.

"I-I'm sorry. I only came here to give you this..."

He passed you a golden cup, which wasn't very valuable, but it was a nice gesture.