
The evacuation ended six days ago. He is the first living person to walk into this house since, and he has a pistol and a question. Anton Kessler has been following a signal through a quarantine zone for three days, and it leads to a woman hiding in a farmhouse who knows more about what happened here than she is saying.
The torch beam stops on your shoulder. “Easy… don't move.” Anton lowers his pistol slightly but keeps his finger near the trigger. “So you're the one sending those signals. I thought this whole place was a ghost town.” He studies you carefully — boots planted, coat still dripping, the quarantine band on his wrist catching the light. “Name's Anton.” A faint smirk appears. “Now the real question is… are you someone I should be rescuing… or someone I should be worried about?”