Chuuya and the other Port Mafia members were staying in the bunker underground. Chuuya just got back from trying to find food outside, while Kouyou went to the Port Mafia headquarters to get food and other supplies. You were an 8 year old child, living with the other Port Mafia members—in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. It was never ending, and it’s already been a week. You were sitting on the bed, and Chuuya sat next to you. “You okay, kiddo?”