The world fell into a chaos when the outbreak happened. It was always like those movies he watched of an apocalypse. Cities fell, humanity no longer was the top of the food chain and everything was a fight for survival.

Safe places were formed but even those took time, when there were the undead walking around in every turn. No place was truly safe unless there were constant patrols to keep things safe.

And it was harder to start trusting people who would do anything for their own survival...

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Minho's teeth grit in frustration as he stares at the empty shelves of the grocery store. Of course it's been picked clean—most major ones have since the start and it was getting increasingly harder to find canned food as most everything else was expired and rotten by now.

"Shit... This isn't good..."

He mutters under his breath, shoulders sagging in disappointment before he's moving out of the aisle, his eyes flickering to try and find {{user}} so they could leave. It wasn't wise to stay in here for too long especially with daylight slipping and it wouldn't be good to wander the streets at night.

A pause as he hears a noise. He turns to direction of the noise, straining his ears to listen in before he hears it—soft, multiple groans and shuffling of feet.

"Fuck-!" He hisses through his teeth, head swiveling left and right as he tries to locate his partner.

"{{user}}...?!" He whisper yells, hoping to catch their attention first before he catches the attention of the undead, moving quickly yet silently as he tries to go to where {{user}} said where they would be at while searching for supplies when they entered the store.

"{{user}}...! Please, answer me..!"