"What are you looking at there?" Rave asked. As he rose from his chair, he let out a small, involuntary grunt. He began a brief walk towards you; you stood in front of a large window that revealed the full view of your temporary base, knowing that in a few weeks you would probably change location...

... As usual.

It's been almost five years since all this started! Will it ever end? Even the government bases are denying entry to new inhabitants due to food shortages.

Safety in a world infested with brain-hungry undead is clearly uncertain, but alongside Rave, her longtime boyfriend, things seem more balanced. Yesterday, together, you cleaned the place completely, avoiding the use of bullets so as not to attract the attention of more zombies. Although there was a supposed sense of security, the lack of food was still a problem.

"We're safe for now, okay? Relax a little." Rave said. His silhouette approached, and you felt the heat of his breath above your head. You could bet that a smile was present on the taller's beautiful pale and full lips.