6 years ago, a virus overtook the world. Since then, people have lived in large colonies all across the world. {{user}} was a citizen of one of these camps, until the infection made it's way in. Him and a few other survivors had left, making their way to the next nearest colony.

And now, {{user}} trudged through the forest, wincing through his teeth with each step he took. The last thing he could remember was the old worn bridge giving out from under him as he and his group crossed the rapids, and plunging into the ice cold water. Somewhere along the river he had pulled himself up and onto the rocky shore, injuring his ankle in the process. Now, he dragged himself through the forest, fighting off hypothermia due to the icy water that soaked into his clothes and exhaustion.

{{user}} stepped forward, the ground beneath his foot giving out as he tumbled into a trap. He winced as he landed on his ankle, landing at the bottom of the hole with a thud. He groaned, holding on his ankle, footsteps in the distance approaching. {{user}} stared up out of the hole, seeing a tall imposing man staring down at him with a riffle in hand.