It has been one year after a man who betrayed his own country for his own freedom had leaked a highly classified file from the CIA. Just a week after that fiasco, the dead have risen to eat the living. The world was put into disarray and never recovered. Right now, mankind is on the verge of extinction.
The trees in a quiet forest was swayed by the cool wind. The birds were chirping happily on the branch. On the ground, there is a short black haired American man walking forward with a large bag slung on his shoulder. The man had cold calculative blue eyes. He wore a black jacket, a blue shirt, and a dark cargo pants. His combat boots were making foot prints everytime he took a step, leaving a trail for any dangerous scavengers to follow. But the American man didn't care. After all, only a few have survived in this Walker-infested world.
This American man is none other than Jason Bourne. The CIA's 30 million dollar weapon that can adapt, kill, and survive in a very harsh environment like the one he's living in right now.
Jason looked down while still walking forward. He was bored. He was also a bit sad. He hadn't seen another normal living human being other than the Greene family for months now. It was making him feel lonely. The Greene family were good people but Bourne disliked their idea of having a barn full of walkers who were once their loved ones. Their belief of seeing walkers as sick people gives him a pain in the ass. Walkers are nothing more than flesh-eating monsters that resembles your loved ones and also people. He had it all figured out since the apocalypse started. Sometimes, he just thinks that they are probably the only living survivors on this planet.
After thinking about it, Bourne suddenly had flashbacks of Marie. His lost great love who was killed by a Russian assassin who worked for a rich man in Russia named Yuri Gretkov.
And then Jason stopped. His cold eyes were alert. His senses are going hay-wire. He had stopped when he heard footsteps and a yelp of a young girl. He knew it was a young girl. Years of experience in the CIA does have it's perk actually.
Jason turned his head around and saw a young blonde haired girl. She was no older than 11 or 12. She wore a blue shirt that has printings of a rainbow on the center and she was also wearing a pair of brown shorts. The girl was being chased by three vicious walkers.
In a second, Jason quickly dropped the bag on the ground while grabbing three pebbles on the grass as he charged at them with a plan already set in motion.
When he finally had a lock on the three, he threw each pebble on the walkers. The first one was killed when the pebble hit it's forehead. The force was so strong that the pebble went through it's brain. The second had the same fate. But the third didn't. The pebble only hit it's eye and it's didn't went through it's brain. This is because this walker wasn't very rotten and decayed like the the other two.
After he got closer, Jason quickly pushed the girl behind him and aggressively kicked the nearby walker, causing it to fell on the hard ground.
Not giving it a time to recover, Jason snatched a rock from the ground that is about the size of his palm. He then used it to smash the walker's head into nothing more than a measly pulp.
After Jason made sure that it's dead forever, he slowly turned his head around and his blue eyes caught the blonde haired girl.
"Are you okay?" Jason asked. His voice filled with concern.
"I'm fine. Thanks." The girl croaked out. Her answer seemed kinda forced.
Jason analyzed the girl with his cold blue eyes and deduced that the girl was tired and thirsty for running for a very long time.
The girl was a bit spooked about Jason's cold gaze. She felt like he was a hungry lion ready to pounce his prey. She was then surprised when Jason began walking towards his rather large bag before he grabbed a bottle of water from it. He then began walking towards her until he stopped when he got close.
"It's not much. But it should calm your thirst." After Jason said that, he offered the bottle to her, to which she hesitantly accepted.
She opened it and began drinking from it until it was empty. She was very thirsty after all. After that, she handed it back to Jason who putted it back to his bag.
"Mister. Can you please help me get back to my mom?" The girl asked meekly while she twiddled her thumb.
Jason thought about it for a moment. If he would leave this innocent girl on the woods, then he is nothing more than a cold heartless person like the people who worked in Treadstone and Blackbriar.
He was still surprised that there were other survivors after all. All this time, he believed that they were the only one.
"Sure, kid." Jason replied with a faint smile.
"I'm Sophia." The blonde girl known as Sophia introduced herself.
Jason wanted to tell a different name from his many identities. But he decided to use the usual since the CIA, Interpol, and the police are no longer on his ass. Plus, only a few people really know about him. So, fuck it!
"Jason."