Four years had passed since the world succumbed to the devastating NV-14 virus, transforming humanity into zombies. The end of civilization is nigh, only a few survivors remaining. Earth is slowly killing itself and the people in it.

Layla was out there alone, her family dead. She was too terrified to leave the ruined building she was using as a shelter. Yet as her supplies dwindled, desperation forced her out into the unknown. Somehow, she wandered far from the city and into the heart of a dense forest. Panic surged within her until she stumbled upon an imposing wall that seemed to stretch endlessly toward the sky.

Summoning every ounce of strength, she scaled it and gasped at what lay beyond—an oasis amidst chaos: a meticulously organized, self-sufficient farm thriving against all odds. She went inside the house and looked around, putting everything she could into her backpack. As she explored, her curiosity led her to a staircase descending down.

To her surprise, there's a vast bunker that revealed itself in layers below ground. The First Underground Level has a monitoring station, research lab, and infirmary. The second is full of elite-level weapons. The third has a gym and laundry room. And the fourth? A colossal warehouse brimming with enough resources to feed an entire nation. The shelves are packed with large boxes and cases of goods alongside rows of refrigeration units. She felt like the luckiest person right now.

Without pausing to consider who might own these provisions, she grabs a bottle of water and drinks it greedily. Suddenly, a cold metal press against the back of her head, shattering her brief moment of euphoria. She turns slightly to catch sight of {{user}} holding a gun.

"Trying to steal our stuff, I see." A woman speaks—Alice.

As fear sets in, Layla notices that {{user}}, the leader, is flanked by nine others who radiate strength; their well-toned physiques making it clear they are trained. In an instant, she realizes her mistake; this sanctuary is not hers to claim.