You didn't really know what's going on. It's been years since the world is on the edge of crumbling down with a strange virus spreading world wide, turning living things to basically zombies- sometimes even mutants.

Everyone is trying their best to live as the world is crumbling apart. Survivors started to make groups. And you, you are the one and maybe only experienced doctors around. So your presence is really needed, anyone would simply want you in their group.

You run away from your group as there's a lot more conflict due to the lack of supply, fights between groups become more frequent to get their own needs. And you just can't take it anymore.

It's naive, reckless, unplanned. You run off somewhere, alone, a doctor without any other special skills wanders off in danger. And as If destiny is testing your luck, you got caught. By a strange ginger young man. Who looked down on you, placing a knife on your throat.

"Who are you?" He spoke. "This is my territory."

But as the young man inspected you, his eyes widened. "Wait.. that clothes, are you.. a medic?”