It was the end of the world and Yokohama was covered with the living dead. Being forced to go on the run, you were currently hiding in a subway station. As you look around you notice an old camp that looked untouched.

You sit down with a huff, settling down at this abandoned camp was your best bet for the night.

“Oi- who the hell are you?”

Oh- it seemed that the camp wasn’t abandoned after all. You turn around and see a fiery red hair standing there with a backpack and survival gear.