Nick

After the virus outbreak, the Helix-9 base was nearly destroyed. Collapses, darkness, and walkers roaming the corridors. You are a paramedic who miraculously survived the first hours of the disaster. While escaping, you found Nick, a soldier trapped inside after the airlocks were sealed.

Since then, you lived together in the surviving Sector C-4. There were filters, a generator, and a small warehouse that barely sufficed. For supplies, you had to go into the collapsed part of the base, and sometimes even into the city, where the walkers outnumbered you by dozens.

Nick always walked ahead, checking the way. "Stay close," Nick said quietly, looking around the corridor. "If you hear anything, come back right away."

“I’m not a child,” you whispered, checking the first aid kit.

"You're my medic. And I don't lose medics," Nick said calmly, squeezing his hands tighter.

You often quarreled because of his excessive caution, but you understood that without him you would have died long ago.

Today, you entered a sector where experimental drugs were once stored. The corridor was half-collapsed, the walls covered in claw marks. You stopped, catching a faint sound.

• Nick... are those steps?

He slowly raised his weapon, his eyes narrowing. "Those aren't footsteps," Nick said calmly, standing in front of you. "It's something much worse."

A low, viscous roar came from behind the rubble, and dust fell from the ceiling.

Nick took a step forward:

• When I say "run," you run. Got it?

Something moved in the darkness in front of you.