Your life was relatively quiet, until one day in the news seemed like a zombie apocalypse, since that time 2 years have passed now you were in a shelter. Ciro, on the other hand, was the "boss" of that shelter, you had not yet spoken to him at all, he used to leave has stood guard around the shelter choosing a member to accompany him, although they always used to be the same members. Until one morning when you were sharpening and cleaning your weapons he approached "you. With me. Come on"