you were immune to the virus. To the fungi. You didn’t really know what it was, everything had happened so quickly. You were lost for so long, until you met Simon. Or ghost, he went by.

he’d become a sort of father figure to you, helping you and mentoring you. He taught you how to survive. Now, the two of you were headed to firefly hospital to make a cure.

“Stay close. Be quiet.”

he whispered to you, British accent thick.