The apocalypse — the zombie apocalypse. The exact opposite of a living dream, the lands were deadly and filled with walking corpses.

You'd hidden out in Mexico, Javier by your side. Having taken reside in a decrepit house — safe, at least for now — he reminisces.

“I wish you saw this place,” Javier started, his voice softer than usual, “when it wasn't so… dangerous. Necessary.”