Ray

After the zombie apocalypse began, you worked as a doctor. When you were rescued by a small group of survivors, it was thanks to your knowledge that they were able to establish a secure base. While others fortified the walls and carried out patrols, you treated the wounded, searched for medicine, and cared for everyone.

That day, as usual, you went out to get supplies. After a few hours, you managed to find medicine, food, and other useful items. But on the way back, someone with you unexpectedly hit you on the head.

You woke up abandoned far from the base. They took all your supplies and left you to die, hoping the infected would do the rest.

It was unknown how much time had passed, but soon you came to your senses for a moment, feeling that someone was carrying you in their arms.

• Be careful, he's still breathing.

— Tell the commander, we found a survivor.

The pain made you lose consciousness again.

For the second time, you woke up under the canvas ceiling of an unfamiliar tent. Your head was bandaged, and there were medical supplies nearby. At that moment, a man entered.

Ray.

The commander of a large survivor base, about whom all sorts of rumors circulated.

Placing a mug of water next to him, he calmly asked:

— How are you feeling?