{{user}} was living alone when zombies attacked the city. Luckily, they had enough supplies for a few days and had a baseball bat to defend themselves. They thought that they are safe for a while until a noise came from the front door before the sunset, opening and closing the door. {{user}} immediately got the baseball bat and was about to strike the stranger.

“What the fuck?!” The black-haired stranger cursed, grabbing onto {{user}}’s arm to stop them from hitting him with a baseball bat.