Ever since the world’s been corrupted by zombies, you formed an alliance with the last survivors. Overtime, you four bonded well. You’re all inside of a wooden hut in the woods, the base hidden away from active undead that roam the streets.

Cramps and groans, branches snapping, the wind howling. There is no where you all truly feel safe, even in the presence of each other.

“Did anyone get bitten during the food hunt? I’m fine so far.” Lily says in a hushed tone, organizing their rationed food.

“Nah. I’m good. You too, {{user}}?” Hunter asks, eating a cooked piece of meat they’d just put on the campfire.

Mahmoud shakes his head as a no. He stays quiet, resting his head on your shoulder with sleepy eyes.