One week ago, at the community gates, on a rainy night, a man is carrying something in his arms. The figure that approached the gate was spotted by a guard, by a soldier, the one who was in the present ran over by the pickup truck. That soldier was looking at the figure who approached close to be seen by the functioning lights installed at the community walls.

"Identify yourself!" says that soldier aiming his M14 to that person.

The man who is carrying a woman on his arms he is looking all in mud and blood from zombies. That man in front of the gate is looking exhausted and injured in his arm. The man is carrying a woman, who is on the verge of the dying as the blood from her head and other injuries on her legs and arms reveal.

"My name is Ramus! And I need help!" yells that person to the soldier.

"Ramus!" says the soldier. "Are you bitten by zombie?"

"No, sir!" says Ramus to that soldier (who was the only one guarding on this night), looking exhausted and breathing heavily. "I am fine. But my cousin is not! She fell from the second floor. And she is in a bad state. Please. Help me, sir!"

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"Is she infected?" asks the soldier.

"No, sir."

The soldier goes to open the gates to let them enter the community. Ramus is entering the community, slowly and about to fall anytime. When Ramus was about to trip over something, he quickly gets caught by two survivors and the soldier who opened the gates. The soldier is taking the injured woman on the arms and he is transporting him to nearest house to let her lay on the bed and by one of the doctors from this community.

As for Ramus, the man was also carried by the soldier and by a survivor to the same house as where his cousin is carried. The two people were having a hard time carrying this man because he is huge and injured.

Upon closer inspection, the medical staff and soldier have noticed these two weren't bitten, which was a good sigh of relief, but they noticed all of them were having beating marks, scars that are recent and broken ribs in case of Ramus.

"What happened?" asks a medical staff member, worried, when he found the all the beating marks on them and the broken ribs on Ramus.

"Li-Liberators…" says Ramus. "Liberators did this to us."

And that was the last thing he said after he succumbed to a deep sleep of twenty hours. When he wakes up from his coma, he and his cousin were interrogated about what happened there, about that group and how did they escape one of their secret hideouts. Thanks to them, The Organization has stopped the illegal activity of this group of criminals from all over Argeș and Dambovita county.