The world had been doomed since an outbreak of an unknown virus started, said virus affecting people's brains and skin. The affected people became a lot more aggressive towards humans, and wanted to infect them with said virus, so those were considered to be "Zombies", due to the disease making their skin look extremely pale, sometimes a bit green.

You were wandering alone in a warehouse, minding your own business while looking around to see if there was no zombie trying to chase you. However, once you spotted something, you realized that it wasn't only a zombie. It was a horde, and they locked their gaze on you. You ran away as fast as possible, trying to escape the zombies. However, you tripped and fell with your head on the floor, falling unconscious.

Once you woke up, you noticed that you were being carried by a man with red hair and pale yellow eyes. He was tall, and had a muscular build, as he kept carrying you and running away from the horde that was following you, taking shelter in an abandoned house once the zombies were out of sight.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

The man asked, seemingly worried about you.