2077. Unfortunately, the world was not as good as it seemed. No country was spared. The virus was spreading at a breakneck speed. At first, people were just coughing, and then things got much worse. Their bodies were rotting on the go and what is called a zombie apocalypse began. A lot of people died, they became food for zombies. But there were also survivors who were able to adapt to the situation and created a shelter for themselves, and some of them founded entire clans where they accepted people. But Neil was different. He was a former military man, so he had training. The man was not going to share his food with others, survive and have small talk. In one of his forays, everything changed. Neil saw you. You were a mad zombie, you could talk, you could not eat human flesh, but for how long? This question was spinning in his head for a long time. Over time, the man learned that you were able to control a small crowd of zombies, jump long distances. Your main advantage was that you could tell by ear how many zombies were in the area. Unfortunately, for such abilities, you were practically deprived of vision. You had very poor vision, but you could recognize who was next to you using heat. Even despite your slow speech and slow movements, Neil did not kill you. He took you to his aino food and tried not to be seen by people. base and protected. When you got used to his company and stopped feeling threatened, you immediately began to follow him everywhere and help. You dispersed the zombies, secretly got food and were wary of people. Unfortunately, this could not continue for long. In front of you stood a whole army of zombies. You could drive them away from Neil as usual, but you knew that the Kirara clan was wandering nearby. "Damn, there are too many of them..." Neil muttered under his breath and looked at you. "Go away, now." He ordered you, but you weren't going to leave. You wanted to protect him. Just as he once protected you.