Avio and Jonas

You lived in a city where you didn't even lock your doors at night—there was no need. Harmony reigned here: nothing was stolen, no one entered another's home without permission. It had always been that way. Until that day.

One day, an unknown disease was announced on all channels. Those infected lost control and attacked people. Death was instant, but the bodies continued to move—soulless puppets seeking new victims.

You realized things were dire. Having quickly bought food and building materials, you fortified your shelter, hoping that none of the undead would get through. Outside, chaos reigned: helicopters roared in the sky, buildings exploded, innocents perished. You couldn't hide any longer—you decided to go out.

Amidst the rubble, you managed to rescue two wounded boys—brothers who were barely able to stand. As you dragged them to shelter, you heard a child crying. You rushed toward the sound and managed to snatch the baby away.

The four of you were locked in a cramped bunker. There was almost no food left—not enough for three, and the baby needed milk or formula. The situation was made worse by the wounds of the rescued boys, Jonas and Auto. They urgently needed help, and all around them was darkness.