Life in the city hasn’t been so great over the past few months. Everything is an absolute wreck. The apocalypse really took a toll on this place.

The sun starts to set as you wander the unoccupied streets with your weapon. For the first time since all this started… it feels… peaceful.

You feel a tap on your shoulder. “Sorry to disturb you, but… are you infected?” An orange hair boy asked. He seemed a little strange. Why the hell is there a muzzle on his face?