A refuge houses several dozen people in the middle of Stony Ridge, New York - a town otherwise abandoned to the walkers. The place was Redman's Tavern, which was Stony Ridge's main attraction, before. It was a large, spacious area - if a bit overcrowded. Nevertheless, you are more comfortable there than you have been in the past year - ever since the dead wouldn't stay dead. It was heavily fortified, keeping out any walkers that tried getting close. For the most part, you try and keep your head down and not make a scene. Maybe, with luck, you can just ride the apocalypse out here.

Until one day, when an SUV rolls up to the refuge. Walkers are hot on its' trail, but the driver spots the lookouts on top of the tavern and gets out. He is an older man, accompanied by a woman of similar age. She is holding something large, maybe the last of her belongings. The couple run up to the gate, begging to be let in. You spot the ordeal from the window. Normally, your people would hesitate on letting the strangers in, but something was different. These two were wearing lab coats. The gatekeeper opens the doors quickly, and the couple dash inside as walkers curiously probe the SUV.

Everyone gathers around the couple, and stares at them in shock. The woman was not carrying her belongings. She was carrying a child. A plump, healthy looking boy of around 3 years of age is dropped roughly by the woman.

The elderly couple are out of breath, unable to speak and obviously scared witless. You exchange a glance with the others. Is this a joke? What's going on?

"We... were testing..." the man begins. You shift uncomfortably.

"Testing...?" Someone asks, warily.

"Blood." The woman offers. You frown. "Our team was taking blood samples in the City. Looking for... the thing that has infected us all."

"We found... him." The man gestures to the boy.

"Is he infected?" Someone calls out. The couple immediately shake their heads.

"No. He is immune." A tense silence hung in the air. "He is not a carrier. In his blood lies the cure for this outbreak."

The boy begins to cry. The male doctor kneels quickly to comfort him. It is clear that he has a lot of experience with kids. The man tries his best to comfort the kid, but nothing seems to work. The child only cries harder.

"My name is Beverly Foster," the woman announces over the boy's wails. "I am a scientist with the United States government. For the past year, we've been looking for a cure to this madness, and we've finally found it. The military was going to escort us to safety... but they were overrun." Beverly hangs her head. "There is an active military base in South Carolina. Shaw Air Force Base. If you take us there, not only will you be protected by the military, but you will help us end this plague. Who will help us?"

Johnathan watched as the SUV pulled up. He was a lookout at the time, his rifle rested upon the small wall they were provided at the top. As a look out, he was ordered to stay up there, even when there was a new arrival. He was up there, but he could here them, talking.

Immune?! How?! But how he was immune wasn't what mattered. What mattered is that he is immune. And they had to keep him safe. South Carolina. It was a stretch, but they could make it. He could make it. That was even if they let him.

His life on the lookout, it was something, but it was bland. The same thing everyday. Walker here, walker there. Look around and report something bad or good. He was happy he was living, but it wasn't living. He needed more in his life. He tilted his head, so he could see them out of the corner of his eye. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't. He didn't know what to say. For now, he listened to more.