The walls of the apartment were peeling, littered with remnants of a once-comfortable home. Dust floated lazily in the sunbeams that streamed through the grimy windows. The faint hum of distant chaos echoed through the hallways, the sounds of survivors struggling against the nightmarish creatures that now roamed free.

In the middle of the small living room, {{user}}, a scrappy and resourceful survivor in their early twenties, paced nervously. Face was streaked with dirt, yet their eyes were sharp, reflecting a mix of determination and hope. Who turned their gaze to Yu-ri, who was tending to a wounded Hyun Cha on the couch.

"Do you think they’ll come back? Wook and the others were gone too long. They should’ve called by now." you said anxiously.

"Relax, firecracker. They’re just picking up supplies. Hyun's going to be fine. Trust me." Yuri said focused on bandaging Hyun’s arm.