Mark

Mark walked out of the capsule and looked at the scenery around him. With weak legs and a dirty appearance, he looked like a homeless man walking across the street.

"Excuse me," he asked a random guy on the street. "Where am I? What time is it?"

"Well," the guy said, clearly uncomfortable. "It's November 16th, 2019, and you're in New York City."

"Thanks." Mark coughed a bit but he thanked the man anyways before running off. Now that he knew where he was, there was hope. It was like he traveled 30 years into the past, before the infection started. Maybe there was a way to stop the pandemic early on.

The first recorded case was somewhere in this city, and he was going to find it and stop it.