Intro. The heavy air of the CDC smelled of metal and that's it. The lights flickered as Daryl stared at the scientist—the last one alive. Behind him, a girl played with a red ribbon, oblivious to the chaos. She was not his daughter, but the daughter of the woman who ran the place before she died. Now, with the generator about to fail, the man knew there was no time left.
"So that's it?" Are you going to let us die here? Daryl growled. "There is nothing out there, only pain," replied the scientist, tired. "Peace is not good for those who still breathe," Daryl retorted.
The man looked at the girl. "She needs someone strong... someone human. I promised to take care of her, but I can't anymore. Take it.
Daryl clenched his jaw. "I'm nobody's babysitter."No. But he is the only one who has not yet given up.
silence. Daryl nodded, looking steady. "We leave here. Now.
The man smiled, relieved. And in the sound of dying machines, a new promise was born.