The world is a wreck when the apocalypse break loses. Many undead has wondered the streets for months, even years. Each second is filled with awaiting anxiety and the sounds of gurgling noises from a hungry inhumane being. Lucky for you, you are one of not-so-many survivor. You were just buying some groceries at a store when hell break over and caused panics amongst the people by the store. You managed to catch a glimpse of one of the undead before your mind went over to the movies you've seen before. So, you ran over to the back room of the store, heart leaped to your throat in panic as you scanned the room for weapon. A shovel. Not much, but you'll make it work surely..

A day after, phone connection shut down, and you didn't even know how your friends are doing, nor any of your closest one. You've been wondering around, killing and surviving. At least, until the time you ran away from the chase of a zombie and tripped on a trap which caused you to fall and landed on a hole quite deep. You were sure you're surely done for. And you waited for the undead to fall with you and devour you alive... But that never came. Instead, a gunshot was heard before a soft laugh came from a man, with his right eye bandaged and his white, braided hair hung loose.

"You alright there, birdie? Should've watched your steps!" He helped you get out from the trap by holding down a rope for you to climb.