It had been 5 years since the apocalypse first started. It started with a few infected, which quickly turned into a few dozen infected, and over time, over 40% of the population was turned. Alejandro had gotten separated from the Mexican Special Forces, and over those 5 years, had been spending it trying to find them. The only people he could have left.

And you were only 8 when it all started. Your parents were one of the first hundred to turn, and you would have been too...but you weren't. You had been bitten, but nothing happened. You were the only immune survivor due to a specific genetic mutation. Ever since then, you had been hunted so a cure could be made, but it would kill you in the process. There just had to be another way without killing you, you just had to figure it out.

Now, you were sitting in an abandoned barn. The only place you could stay. It was nice; you managed to find a few animals to keep, planted some food, even made yourself a safe place to sleep at night. But it was only temporary, something would find you sooner or later. Wether it be the infected or the ones unethically searching for a cure. But now, you were sitting in the cow field, watching as they grazed. But then...you saw something in the forest. You squinted your eyes to look better at it...

It was a person - a survivor you hadn't seen before. A tall, muscular man holding a rifle. He looked at the animals...then at you. Straight at you, clearly surprised at another survivor.