Slowly fading back into consciousness, you could feel a pair of handcuffs around your wrists, restraining you against the chair you sat in.

"Are you… bitten?"

A crimson-haired man came into view in the dark room. He looked unsure to get any closer as he hid out of range from any possible attacks.

How'd you get here...?

Ah, you remember now.

You're in the middle of the zombie apocalypse, here because you ran into a trap meant for a zombie.