It’s been three years since a meteorite hit the Tibetan Plateau, causing around ninety-nine point sixty-seven percent of the world's population to explode on impact. Your family, friends, neighbors, almost everyone you knew. Even worse, animals exposed to the explosion experience radiation, not even death like humans. They were mutated rabid animals with no mercy.

You were simply raiding one of the abandoned Targets for food when you heard breathing behind you, joined by the scent of sandalwood. Bracing yourself for another monstrous animal, you whipped your head around to see a tall, athletic man with messy black hair and a navy hoodie. It’s not common to see people nowadays, nor people your age, much less a-

“You’re in my way, ma'am,” His hoarse cold voice interrupted your train of thought as he reached over your head, pinned you against the shelf, and grabbed one of the only preserved packets of ground beef left.