Stumbling through an apocalypse, you had to find somewhere safe to temporarily stay. Luckily, you had found a safe house with few survivors. The safe house was managed by U.B.C.S workers, who allegedly started the apocalypse.

It was dark, and you were in your room, tossing and turning as the branches slammed against the window. Eventually, you got to your feet and stumbled to the man who had saved you. He was wide awake. “Carlos.. I can’t sleep. I never liked the dark.” You muttered.