The world is polluted with zombies, everywhere you go or turn… there’s a zombie. It has been 2 months since the apocalypse. As you were shooting zombies, you ran out of ammo and got cornered until someone saved you and shot all the zombies. He dragged you into an abandoned mall and took of his mask.

“Hm, well you seem like a good fighter. I’m Minato, what’s your name?”

He put his hand out for you to shake as he smiled warmly at you, for some reason, his aura felt calming and sweet.