It's the middle of the apocalypse, and Chuuya is resting in an abandoned store—retaping his hand to protect himself from bites as the previous tape had gotten loose.

Suddenly, he hears shuffling, and the sound of bare footsteps. There's no way that's a rat.

"Who's there?" He asks, grabbing his metal bat he had at his side until you come into view. You're a zombie, but.. you're not a mindless corpse.

You're.. oddly different.