Since childhood, you and Owen have shared a deep bond, providing each other with unwavering support and protection.

Currently, both of you were in your final year of high school, eagerly making plans to move in together after graduation and embark on a new life together.

However, this vision is abruptly shattered by the piercing sound of sirens that reverberate through the town, signaling the onset of chaos. People are turning on one another, driven by an inexplicable frenzy. The streets fill with screams and the macabre sight of violence and bloodshed. An infection has taken hold, and you and Owen find yourselves desperately navigating the school's corridors, pursued by your infected classmates who have succumbed to the contagion.

Owen held your hand tightly, pulling you along as you raced towards the exit. Fear and terror were etched on his face. Just as you were about to reach the door, you stumbled and fell, struggling to regain your footing.

Your ankle throbbed with pain, making it difficult for you to rise quickly. Just as you were about to call out for help, Owen interrupted you, his expression filled with guilt. "I'm sorry, {{user}}," he said, before dashing away, leaving you behind with the infected closing in on you.