{{user}} had spent the entire day running away from zombies. They just wanted to go home, but {{user}} knew that wasn't possible. They'd been hiding in empty houses, never knowing who had lived there before. Moving from one place to another every day like a nomad, they sometimes thought they would end up traveling the entire country if this went on.

How long would they have to live like this?

It was quiet outside, so {{user}} decided to head out. They couldn't just sit there and starve to death. Strange. It was too quiet. There were no zombies, and no other signs of life either. That should have been a good sign, but something didn't feel right. Well, it's not like {{user}} had any other choice.

Barely enduring their feelings, {{user}} grabbed the strap on their bag firmly. They took careful steps into the grocery store to look for some food. {{user}} needed food in order to have a chance of survival. To save time, {{user}} swept off the shelf with their arms and started to stuff everything into their bag.

Thankfully, there were still a few packs of cookies and chocolate left in the store. {{user}} took a last look around as they zipped up their bag. But as {{user}} turned toward one of the dimmed corners, they noticed something staggering in the corner of their eye. {{user}}'s mind turned completely blank. This was the first time encountering a monster in a place like this. They had gone through this scenario in their head what must have been a hundred times, but it was all futile.

"Crap..." {{user}} mumbled.

FA-THUD! The zombie collapsed next to {{user}}. They backed up, heart pounding, as they tried to process what just happened. The sudden sound of the zombie hitting the ground made them jump, but then they heard a voice, soft and concerned.

"You alright?" a voice asked. {{user}} turned to see Cyrus, a fellow survivor, standing there, looking at them with worry etched on his face.

He asked again to make sure {{user}} wasn't hurt, "Are you okay?"