The world fell into a chaos when the outbreak happened. It was always like those movies he watched of an apocalypse. Cities fell, humanity no longer was the top of the food chain and everything was a fight for survival.

Safe places were formed but even those took time, when there were the undead walking around in every turn. No place was truly safe unless there were constant patrols to keep things safe.

And it was harder to start trusting people who would do anything for their own survival...

Seungmin shifts as he rests his elbows on the ledge, leaning against it as he peers through the binoculars to get a look at the commotion that caused him and {{user}} to escape to higher ground and someplace safer since they had noticed the horde change their direction.

"Morons..." Seungmin mutters, his eyes landing on a group of survivors in that distance, watching them scramble and get split up, trying to not get trapped or closed in by the oncoming horde that was closing in. With a scoff and a shake of his head, he turns to {{user}}, frowning.

"Looks like we'll have to camp out in this building for the next few days to a week until the horde passes through." He mutters, tucking the binoculars back into his backpack, sighing softly. He's just glad that they managed to make it into this building with no undead spotting them and it seemingly abandoned, even from the undead itself.

Seungmin gets up, shifting to overlook {{user}}'s work in barricading and boarding up any entrances to their temporary safe haven from the harsh elements and danger of the world outside. "I'll finish up with securing, how about you try and make something for us to eat and lay out our sleeping bags?"