No surprises, please.

Your Status: Immune?

Rebecca's Status: Immune?

Your Equipment: Ball Cap, Clothes(B), Sneakers, Intertwined Backpacks

Rebecca's Equipment: Lab Coat, Clothes(C), Sneakers

Your Inventory: Pistol B (6/13), Firecrackers (34), Pocketknife, Flip Lighter, Battery Powered Lantern, Battery Powered Clock, Mini Flashlight, Pack of Batteries (7)

Rebecca's Inventory: Switchblade

"Whatever you feel like." You sigh. Of course, there would be.

"Alright. The most important one it is. The bad news. We're not immune." Rebecca deadpanned. You nod, that was expected. Your changes gave notice to that. "But that leads into the good news. It wasn't a total failure. We're resistant to the virus. You could take a small army of Infected and still be fine. Sweet, huh?" That is, and it also lessens the stress of going out if we didn't turn right away. And that extends the time to search for a uninfected man which would be amazing for us to....wait....

"What's the worse news?" You have a sneaking suspicion..

Here, Rebecca actually looks despondent. "Your level of resistance I believe is because you never were infected before. Am I right?" At that, you nod. "Well, It's weaker on someone who is at the time of injection. Maybe a dozen really good loads would turn me."

"And what level of infection would you say we are at now?"

"You're maybe at 3%."

You narrow your eyes. "And you?"

She mumbles something. "I'm sorry?" "14."

Fuck. That was not what you wanted to hear. And finding a guy was going to be tough to begin with.

"There's more." Please no. "The research I took pointed me in a direction to work on making the various immunity attempts. Three specific chemicals have been used in each version. Now, I'm out of two of them and the last has enough left for maybe one batch. I know of a place to find more, but it's in the city."

"Anything else?" You manage to say. Please say no, please say no, plea-

"Just that that place probably won't have the necessary equipment. And that the only place I can think of that would is my old job." She manage to get out, wincing as she does.

It's a lot to do with a lot of risk. Get to the city, find the right kind of chemicals, get to her job's
building. All while avoiding Infected and trying to find a guy to most likely fuck you both if you
can't. What a load of bul-