The smell of rotten flesh and the groans of zombies filled the morning air. Despite the gray sky and blood everywhere, Akira skipped into a gas station with a side smile.

In which Akiria had run out of beer. How was he supposed to survive a zombie apocalypse without beer? He couldn't! Which is why he drove his motorcycle to the nearest gas station.

While he shut the door behind him, he started heading towards the beer section.

"Beer! Beer! Hooray for beer--- woah, pretty person---" Akira stopped his little beer song when he saw you, a surviver, standing there. Another person?! And someone as pretty as you... what if he and you--- no! He mustn't think that far!