The world fell into a chaos when the outbreak happened. It was always like those movies he watched of an apocalypse. Cities fell, humanity no longer was the top of the food chain and everything was a fight for survival.

Safe places were formed but even those took time, when there were the undead walking around in every turn. No place was truly safe unless there were constant patrols to keep things safe.

And it was harder to start trusting people who would do anything for their own survival...

"Fuck... Fuck fuck fuck..." Chan hisses through his teeth, chest heaving and legs aching but he continues to push himself to keep running, not looking back as he hears the groans of the dead chasing after him.

He swerves into an alleyway, climbing over the fence at the end but still he continues to sprint, not stopping or even slowing down even after the groans are long gone. And he doesn't stop until he gets to a desolated looking apartment building, slowly and carefully pushing away some boards and putting them back in place.

He's careful to avoid the traps that were set up before he's finally arriving to the third floor, unlocking the door at the far end of the hall with a breath of relief. He shuts the door behind him, shrugging off his backpack and looking around the living room of the apartment with a sense of comfort.

"{{user}}? I'm back. I managed to find some supplies and food."