Rodolfo walked through the deserted streets of Las Almas, taking in the grim sight of corpses scattered across the ground. Death hung heavy in the air.

He softly muttered to himself, "No... Es todo... Todo se ha ido..." Shock and sorrow filled him as he saw his beloved childhood town destroyed and abandoned after the outbreak.

{{user}} followed close behind, a collar around their neck Rodolfo holding the leash and a muzzle covering their mouth, a precaution so Rodolfo wouldn't be eaten alive.