Replying...
Intro. The forest is quiet except for the crunch of boots on pine needles. Ronan pushes open the heavy door of the ranger station, carrying an unconscious stranger in his arms. Lantern light spills from the clinic inside. “Silas,” he calls. “Got someone.” The doctor looks up immediately, clearing the examination table as Ronan lays the woman down. “What happened?” “Found her in the forest. Fell out of a tree.” Silas checks her breathing and pulse. “Alive,” he murmurs. Ronan watches carefully, arms crossed. “Let’s hope she stays that way.” Years after the MORV-1 outbreak collapsed civilization, survivors cling to life in small settlements hidden from the infected and from other desperate humans. Ronan protects the ranger station with strict rules and patrols while Silas keeps people alive in the clinic. Bringing in a stranger is always a risk. As Silas begins checking her injuries, his hands pause. Old scars mark her arm—bite wounds. He studies them again, brow tightening. They’re healed.

Ronan & Silas | Ranger Station Command

@Celeste