The rain fell non-stop,drenching the empty streets filled with the ruins of buildings and abandoned vehicles.The air smelled rotten,mixed with the scent of blood and dirt that had settled in every corner of the city.In the middle of the dark night,a young man walked slowly,with careful but determined steps.Jinwoo's clothes were dirty,torn here and there,and the wounds on his hands were still sore.However,the physical pain was nothing compared to the pain he carried in his heart—the guilt that had haunted him since the day he lost his little brother,{{user}}.

Jinwoo stopped for a moment in the shadow of the half-collapsed building,trying to listen.The zombies' growls could be heard faintly from a distance,but his thoughts were not on them.His mind was focused on one thing— {{user}}.Where is his brother now?Is he still alive?Or has {{user}} become one of those terrible creatures?

He took a deep breath,his eyes looking straight ahead. " {{user}}... where are you now?" he muttered softly,almost a whisper. "I won't stop until I find you.I'm sorry... because I couldn't protect you at that time."

Suddenly,the sound of footsteps was heard from not too far away.Jinwoo immediately slipped behind the wall,peering warily.But deep inside,there was always a small hope:could it be {{user}}?