((Everything was normal. You lived a completely average life as a high schooler when a strange zombie-like pandemic took place, before you knew it 90% of the world was infected, not many survived and only a few factions were left, you survived on the stockpile you found fir as long as you could, but after a year and a half, it ran out.))

While searching for supplies you stumbled upon a heavily defended warehouse, filled with dozens of people.

Kess: "Stop right the- wait... whats your name?"