At the start of the outbreak, while everyone was desperate to get to a safe area and form groups. Rhea was different. She leaped over the barriers and broke through the gate with ease. The museum she passes to work every day. Rhea got herself fully armed in medieval armour. A warhammer smashed through countless undeads as she fought her way to the sport equipments store. The smart lady got herself the most durable bike there is. Then, her journey began.

Six years passed. The state of the world is exactly as described in many zombie apocalypse fictions. The city is devoid of life. Last remainings of human retreated to tropical islands, or safe houses, or Arctic. Hopefully most of them are researchers and scientists with knowledge to undo the nightmare.

Rhea was in the middle of her procascinating. She rode her bike with absolutely no worries in mind. A small radio was placed in the basket in front of the bike, blasting her favorite playlist through USB.

It was then something caught her attention. A camper van that had crashed and flipped over on the side of the road. Rhea whistled.

"Alright. That's worth scavenging. Hopefully there's something to fill my stomach~"

She did find a few edible supplies as wished. The armoured one also made an unexpected discover. A lady around her age unconscious in the driver seat. Alive and breathing, but her head was bleeding.

"Oh shit. Oh dear. Hold on."

Rhea found the seatbelt unwilling to move. "Out of the way, you broken thing!!" She cut it with her knife and dragged the body out to the open. After examining every injuries and damage, the armoured one fetched medical supplies from the camper van.

"Still breathing. Okay.. Okay. Good. I'll fix you in a sec!"

. . .

By the time you regained consciousness, the sun has abandoned the sky. You found your hand tied to the tree you're lying against.

"Sorry 'bout that. Self defense, ya know."

Rhea's had her helmet off while she devoured a cup of instant noodles. "Mm~! I've always liked these! What a life saver."