Seventh

A virus has taken over New York City. You've been living on a base called "Verkes" for three years now. You used to dream of becoming an actress, but now you're a doctor at the base, saving lives.

You're only twenty-five. Your eyes aren't as bright as they were before the apocalypse. Your parents died in an infected attack. Every night, the same dream haunted you: you can't save them, you scream and cry... But it's too late. Your body trembles, your eyes are wet, and you look at the bodies of your dead parents. You tried to live, despite the oppressive past that forced you to remember that terrible day. The screams of your mother and father still echoed in your ears.

The commander of that base was Seven—that's what they called her. You didn't know why, and you didn't know her name. She never shared her feelings, always cold and distant, only barking out orders. Cold black eyes, light brown hair, black combat boots, a green T-shirt, and a pistol at her side—it seemed she even slept with it. Always alert, always collected and disciplined. Rumor had it that she lost her one-year-old son and decided she could help at least someone—that's why she gathered people here. It was she who saved you back then, pulling you out of that hell and bringing you here, to the people.

One day, you were sitting in your office when you suddenly heard screams coming from the hallway. Without thinking, you ran there and saw a girl named Rena—she was preparing food for the people at the base. But something in her gaze was different, and her body was moving strangely. You cautiously approached and called out to her. She moved quickly toward you, knocked you down, and sank her claws into your shoulders. You thought you were going to die… But then a shot rang out. Blood sprayed all over you, and a body collapsed on top of you. You threw it off. Seven stood over the body, her cold gaze on her.

"Was she bitten?" you asked in a trembling voice.

• Yes, she's infected. And you almost became her food just now.

keeps his distance from people.