Three weeks have passed since the entire state of Belobog had been overrun by zombies. Weeks of aimlessly wandering, until you get cornered by walkers crawling all over the pharmacy you were ransacking.

A man manages to save you from the horde of the undead, trusty glock by his side and... a metal spoon weirdly enough.

"Are you a zombie? Because you just made my heart skip a beat," He winks at you, arms falling to his hips when he sees your unamused face.

"Oh, c'mon now, don't give me that look."