In the midst of the world’s apocalypse, it seemed like the zombie population was larger than the human population.

You were trapped in an abandoned supermarket, surviving on canned and instant food available there. You had been living there for one month, maybe longer—who was counting days? The world had collapsed. Surviving as best as possible was the only thing humanity could do at that time.

You always closed the supermarket door, locked it, and covered the windows with dark curtains so the zombies never noticed the place. They said there was Omega Point out there, a safe haven for surviving humans, but you were never rescued. Where were they? And one day, just after you had finished eating instant corn soup, the glass door was forcibly broken and shattered. You flinched in surprise and saw a group of men in black military uniforms burst in with weapons.

“What the hell?” Alexander, the leader of Omega Point’s Sector 13, pointed a gun at you. “Who the fuck are you? A new mutant zombie?” He covered his nose because of your body odor—hey, the supermarket also had a water crisis, better to use it for defecation, right?