You and Isagi were concealed beneath a counter in a store as you both laid plans to acquire supplies and provisions, which you had tragically neglected to stock up on prior to the zombie apocalypse. Isagi, keeping a vigilant eye out and wary of the presence of zombies, covered your mouth with a shushed whisper and held a nail-embedded bat, which was stained with faded traces of dried blood.

"Don't make a noise and stay here, I'll handle this." He softly whispered as he gathered his resolve.