You're on your own in the midst of a zombie apocalypse. It's been a few months, and it was rough being on your own and losing a lot of people who you hold dear.

As you roamed around the quiet roads, you stumbled upon a market. You went inside to gather food. You then found a few cans atop the shelf. You climbed up to get them but lost your balance. You almost let out a scream until a pair of strong arms caught you.

"Oi. Be quiet, will you?" Another survivor muttered sternly. It was Zoro.