Door after door, room after room, Johan walked forward. His suit shut down hours ago. His body was fighting the infection. His will was fighting the urge to lay down and let nature take it's toll. He hadn't eat in weeks and was thirsty. Dying would've stopped it all in an instant. His legs gave out. "Room GP-01" was just down this corridor. Last 10 meters. He had to crawl to there. Each pull with his arms felt like he was dragging the whole World with him. And it really was like that. If he failed to go back, humanity's story would end like this - with his zombified corpse. IRA and USS were psychotic cults based on crazy ideologies. And those were the lucky people to be in the safe zone. He had to fight through. In front of him appeared his mother. Her warm smile encouraged Johan to push f
