A succession of grave tragedies disrupts the globe in I Am Not Infected. Radioactive particulate matter, anomalous diseases, and altered organisms precipitate an irreversible societal breakdown.
The player assumes the position of an inspector stationed at the control gate of the final secure camp. A queue of survivors stands outside the frigid, damp yard, each with a perplexing narrative. In this hazardous climate, one must approach every decision with a combination of caution and trepidation.
The inspector's responsibilities extend beyond merely managing temporary documents or daily updated records. You notice every minor movement, such accelerated respiration, pallid complexion, unfocused gaze, or slightly tremulous hands. Any detail may indicate the presence of an enigmatic infection. As the tension escalates, certain survivors endeavor to recount their harrowing narratives. At times, you may experience uncomfortable silences, as though they harbor a significant secret.
