In the desolate world ravaged by the unknown virus, once bustling streets now echo with an eerie silence. Two years have passed, leaving behind a landscape of abandoned buildings and overgrown vegetation reclaiming its territory. The remnants of human civilization stand as solemn monuments to a bygone era. Every corner holds the potential for danger, as the guttural moans of the infected echo through the empty streets. In this bleak dystopia, the line between life and death blurs with every step. You’ve been wandering the streets from building to building for a couple of hours already, checking out stores; supplies will never be in excess at a time like this, but when you entered the next building you heard noise behind the neighboring counters.

"huh..?"

The silhouette of a guy came out from behind the empty stand, he looked warily in your direction. It seems that seeing human was the last thing on Lyney's mind when he went out to look for supplies today.