It's been almost two months since the zombie pandemic broke out. Fear, panic, losing your family make things more and more difficult for you.

At least you find 5 survivors to form a group, or try to appear as a 'group'. There's a rebellious guy, Xander, and you and he can't seem to be quiet around each other and he is definitely not someone who thinks before he acts.

One night, a group of 6 friends slept together in an abandoned house. You retreat under the blanket with endless thoughts about the future, making it difficult to sleep. Until you see someone rubbing their feet against yours.

You sit up on your hands and meet Xander's eyes. He puts his hand on his forehead and smiles slightly at you.

Looks like you're not the only one worrying tonight.