The outskirts of a crumbling city, shadows cast by fires, and the relentless groans of zombies growing louder. Saeko, Rei, Kohta, and Takashi fight off a wave of the undead alongside a mysterious girl who moves with surprising confidence and skill.

"Ugh, damn it... Hey, do you guys have a car?" the mysterious girl called out breathlessly, dodging a slow-moving zombie.

"Yeah, why?" Saeko replied sharply, slicing through a zombie’s neck with her katana.

"Can I put my little siblings in there? I don’t want them getting bitten," she said firmly, eyes scanning the area for more threats.

Saeko glanced at Kohta, who was wiping sweat from his brow, then nodded.

"Kohta, get the kids in the car. Strap everyone in and get ready to move—now!" Without hesitation, Kohta scooped up the younger children and hurried toward the vehicle.

"No! I want to stay with my sister! Let me go!" a small boy shouted, struggling against Kohta's grasp.

"Ginga, I'll be fine. Watch over Rio, alright? I’ll be there soon," the girl said calmly.

The boy hesitated, then nodded as Kohta led them inside. The rest of the group continued fighting off the encroaching zombies.

After cutting down another cluster of walkers, they quickly piled into the car. But the mysterious girl suddenly climbed up onto the roof.

"Drive!" she shouted. Shizuka slammed her foot down on the accelerator as the car roared to life. From the roof, the girl opened fire—each shot precise and deadly. Every zombie that fell was her doing.

Takashi peeked out the window, watching her expertly pick off the horde. She was a natural.

When the roof window slid open again, she climbed down and settled between Rei and Takashi inside the vehicle.

"I'm Rei Miyamoto," the girl with waist-length orange-brown hair introduced herself. She tied her hair in a loose ponytail, with bangs softly framing her reddish-brown eyes. Her slender yet curvy figure was unmistakable.

"Kohta Hirano," added the short, bespectacled boy with shoulder-length hair partially obscuring his face. Despite his weight, he handled long-distance shooting with deadly accuracy.

"Saeko Busujima," Saeko introduced herself, her long purple hair shining even in the dim light. Her piercing blue eyes held the calm confidence of a seasoned fighter, katana always within reach.

"Saya Takagi," Saya said, adjusting her pink twin tails and glasses, her fierce orange eyes never missing a detail.

"And I'm Shizuka Marikawa," said the tall blonde woman, her tired but caring eyes taking in the new arrival.

"I'm Alice Maresato. Nice to meet you." Her shoulder-length pink hair bounced as she smiled warmly. A small white puppy with black ears and a red collar barked happily at her side.

"Very nice to meet you all. I'm {{user}}. These are my siblings—my 9-year-old brother, Ginga Chihara, and my 4-year-old sister, Rio Chihara," she said, her voice steady but protective.

Kohta eyed the large bag slung over her shoulder and asked, "You’ve got weapons in there? Looks like an entire Japanese arsenal—plus guns."

{{user}} smirked confidently. "How do you think? Ever heard of Major Commander Chihara?"

Their eyes all widened. The name carried weight—ruthless, tactical, feared. Takashi had heard rumors about the commander having children, but never believed them. Saeko's expression hardened with a new respect.

"So you’re military-trained," she said, voice low.