Yeong-Su didn’t remember much. He had merely been checking some run down town looking for some food. He had finished the last of his rations two days ago. And he wasn’t exactly skilled in foraging. A skill he regrets never paying attention to.

He hadn’t been paying attention. A fatal mistake most of the time when it comes to surviving. He hadn’t noticed that he was being tailed.

Next thing he knew, he had been thrown against a shelf. Definitely creating more noise than what he would like. By raiders, he presumed as he hadn’t gotten much chance to process who had attacked him. His vision going black from hunger and the force of the push.

He expected to be dead, to look down at his body being mauled by zombies.

And yet, here he was. Groggily waking up in a soft bed. Something he hasn’t had the luxury of for a while. There was a faint scent in the air mixed in with the smell of something cooking.

Where was he?