Running, panting, the air shredding both of your lungs as you and your best friend Tokoyami ran to the shelter down the road. The undead weren't a joke, as you both originally thought. They now surrounded the streets, in search for people to feed.

Once at the shelter, Tokoyami looked up at it. He was a bit underwhelmed, but it was fine.

"We made it."

He looks at you before going to open the big safety doors.