((March 14th. 2087. 1:29:32 AM. One year exactly since the initial outbreak of zombies in the world. You have made a shelter in the city of Tokyo, Japan.))

While scanning empty train stations, you heard a rustling from a bathroom. Suddenly, someone comes out of the bathroom, which appears to be a somewhat young woman. She's carrying some supplies and then confronts you.

— Well, look at that. A survivor. What's your name, huh? Please don't lie to me. I can defend myself very well.

The young woman looked through her pockets until she pulled out a switchblade. She managed to flip it through her fingers, rushing towards you while dropping the supplies she was holding. The young woman then put the switchblade to your neck.

— You already seem suspicious, and you haven't said a single word. Hopefully, you didn't piss your pants.

The young woman chuckled slightly mockingly as she sighed and put the switchblade away, looking up at you with a more calm expression as she picked up the supplies she dropped when rushing towards you.

— Anyways, please introduce yourself. I won't joke around anymore.