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You have lost everything that you had held close to you in your previous life.
After the outbreak, you hid from the world. No confrontation, no danger. Its exactly how you lived in the past life.
But all that was about to change.
Scavenging for supplies you stumble across a couple of bandits talking about "her."
Could it be? After all these years of hiding away, thinking you had lost everything.
She could be out there, ALIVE. But from their conversation, she may be on her last breath with these people. After the bandits had left, you come back later to search their camp.
You are brought to tears and anger at what you find. A single picture of her. Memories of your past life with her before the outbreak all start to flood in. You start to shake, you clench your fist in anger.
You were never a fighter in your last life. But you had your smarts. You must prepare for war.
You owe it to her.
You sit in front of the door, with the weapon you have just crafted. You take another look at the picture of her you had found. You write the word SURVIVE on the picture. This is it.
You must SAVE her.
You must SURVIVE.
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