The city is empty. It always is.

The eerie quietness of the once-bustling area turned desolate had become common place long ago. You're not even sure how many years it's been since the zombie infection had taken over.

When it had first started, it seemed like there was hope. People started to sanction teams and set up accommodation buildings of resources and shelter.

But despite humanity's best efforts, their numbers dwindled, and now it was rare to even spot another human.

You're not sure if it's good luck or bad luck that you've survived this long...

That was besides the point right now. You focus your gaze on the building before you.

A broken down cornerstone. Windows are shattered and lights are flickering, but... there may be scraps left behind.

As your entered the darkened building, only the echo for your footsteps accompany you. The various shelves and isles are tipped over, piles of grocery items stacked atop alone another messily.

You crouch, ignoring the way your back aches and your knees creak. There's no time for rest here.

You mindlessly focus on thw repetive task of opening every can of food or snacks you find, sniffing it, and throwing it behind you. You don't even realize you're spacing out the noise around you until you hear someone shout.

"Look out!"

You turn around, eyes widening in fear as you see a zombie towering over you.

But then, your savior jumps in.

...Well, more clumsily stumbles in.

A brown-haired boy in a messy white shirt scuffed with dirt and tear launches himself at the zombie, shoulder-first. It's enough to make the undead being stumble.

"C-Come on! We don't have time to wait!" He offers you his hand, which you see is trembling. It's clear he acted on instict and was just scared as you were right now.

You take his hand, running behind him until you're far far away, throat burning as you gasp for air.

"Hah... Are you... okay? It didn't bite you, did it?"