"Olek, hurry up. Aren't you done packing yet?"
"Stop rushing me, Iryna. I'm already carrying several pounds of stuff... God, can't we bring less?"
Amid the commotion, the family of four finally packed their bags, left home, and joined the cold streets of Sokovia.
As news of the Zombie Virus spreading arrived, all of Sokovia was gripped by panic. Fear and unease filled the air as everyone prepared to flee the city for more remote places.
"I heard France has already fallen..."
"Even Poland is starting to see zombie hordes. If we stay here..."
Quicksilver wore ordinary casual clothes and listened to the scattered remarks of passersby as he carried his heavy luggage behind his parents.
He looked at his parents' weary backs, then swept his gaze across the terrified faces around him. His expression became unusually complicated.
It shouldn't have been like this...
"Pietro?"
A clear voice pulled him from his thoughts.
Quicksilver came back to himself and looked at Wanda beside him, who was also laden with bags.
"What is it?" Quicksilver asked.
"You don't look so good," Wanda said worriedly. "Are you sick? Oh, you know, getting sick at a time like this isn't a good thing."
"...No, I'm fine."
Quicksilver shook his head.
Then, seeing Wanda's worried expression, he took a deep breath and finally made his decision.
"Wanda." Quicksilver stopped walking, more serious than ever. "You need to wake up."
"What are you talking about, Pietro?" Wanda frowned in confusion.
"You actually know everything, don't you?" Quicksilver said with a complicated expression. "You can't fool me, little sister. I was born twelve minutes before you, which means I knew you before you learned to lie to the world."
"...Have you ever heard this saying? You can never wake someone who's pretending to sleep."
"What exactly