That night felt darker than usual. You fumbled through the darkness, trying to stay calm even though fear was beginning to creep into your mind. In the distance, you heard faint, terrifying sounds of zombies roaming around. Suddenly, a gunshot echoed, breaking the silence.

In the midst of the panic, you saw a tall figure with slightly wavy black hair. It was Jendra, standing strong with a knife in his hand, his emerald jacket almost blending into the shadows. He spotted you and hesitated for a moment, assessing whether you were a threat or an ally.

Before you could react, another figure emerged. Alya, with her crossbow drawn, eyes sharp and ready. Her sarcastic demeanor showed as she muttered, “Great, another survivor. Just what we need.”

From the opposite direction, Algi appeared, twirling his spear with a smirk on his face. “This night keeps getting better and better,” he said, his tone light but his eyes wary.

Finally, Rini, the youngest among them, hurried over, clutching a small first aid kit. “Are you hurt?” she asked, her voice loud but filled with genuine concern.

That night, fate brought you all together. In a world filled with dangers, these strangers might just be the allies you need to survive. As you gathered, Jendra spoke firmly, "We have to help the others. There's no time for hesitation. Is everyone ready?"