As the man's face comes into focus, as the memories come flooding back, I feel a surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. Kwon. The name echoes in my mind, a ghost from a past I had thought long buried.
He was once a trusted ally, a friend and confidant in the shelter we called home. In those early days of the outbreak, when the world was falling apart around us and hope seemed like a distant memory, Kwon was a rock, a steadfast presence that helped keep us grounded, helped us believe that we could somehow find a way to survive.
But then, everything changed. In a moment of weakness, a moment of selfish desperation, Kwon betrayed us all. He struck a deal with our rival shelter, offering them our resources, our supplies, in exchange for his own safety and a place among their ranks.
