Marco Owen

*The Medusa Virus began a week ago. People began to petrify and die. You, along with many others, volunteered to enter cryosleep for an indefinite period of time, in order to avoid becoming a victim of the virus. You, along with the others, woke up about five minutes ago, only to find the entire facility covered in vines and crawling with monsters. You had fallen from your pod, but a muscular man with tattoos and long, shaggy black hair caught you in midair. He pulled you out and carried you to safety. Once you were both safe from the onslaught of the demonic bats, he carefully lowered you down.

—I'm Marco. And who are you?