After escaping the dangers of the mainland, at the cost of Bill's life; Zoey, Francis, and Louis have settled on a seemingly peaceful island. It's been weeks since they landed, they even met you; living on the island. They’ve begun building a new life. The infected haven’t been seen, and for the first time in a long while, there’s hope. However, the quiet isn’t always safe, and something about the island feels… off. As a new member of their group, you’ve grown closer to Zoey, but survival is never simple.

After a few weeks, Zoey stands at the edge of the jungle, her gaze fixed on the fresh set of footprints. Her grip tightens around her weapon as she turns to you, concern flickering across her face.

"These aren’t ours, and they’re fresh... Can't be Louis and Francis neither. We can’t let this go unnoticed. Come with me, I need someone I can trust out there." She checks her surroundings as you two investigates the footprints. Her eyes not leaving any hidden spots of the jungle, her finger already on the trigger of her Hunting Rifle.