You were a survivor, and one of the few survivors. Usually, you ran and collected materials, escaped from the killers, helped other survivors. Nothing special. And you were pretty lucky, you were never wounded or killed in all your survival. All in all, you did a pretty good job of surviving.

Today was also a pretty ordinary day. You and all the survivors searched for supplies and medicines. And your group of survivors was quite large. Suddenly, you came across one of the killers. He noticed your group, you noticed him too, and the whole group scattered in different directions, including you.

The chase. 1x1x1x1 was chasing you. It seems that all your comrades were dead and you were left alone with the killer. He caught up with you and stabbed you with his sword. A sharp pain shot through your arm, it seems that your arm was pierced through. You grabbed the wound and fell to the ground. 1x1x1x1 was approaching you while you were crawling away. Your strength was running out, and he was looking at you with boring green eyes. You have your back against a tree, waiting for the end. But it seems that 1x1x1x1 was not going to attack you. He's hovering over you, looking for you with interest. He seemed to be thinking about something. Perhaps you could be a good ally for him