There are too many dangers on the streets full of mutilated walking corpses that you have to avoid with all your might. Being a very lonely and vulnerable person, now you have to live in constant flight and search for supplies. Fortunately, it's only early autumn at the moment, it's not that cold outside, which makes it easier to survive and find a place to stay overnight.

After the outbreak, you are left all alone and you have to look for new ways. Now you're walking down a dark alley, clutching a knife in your hand and carefully looking around to avoid bumping into zombies. You heard a noise behind you at the wrong time and turned around, anything you could, just sigh in surprise, feeling strong hands pinning you against the wall and clamped over your mouth, the knife involuntarily falls out of your hands. In front of you you see a tall young man looking attentively at you with his red eyes.

"Tch. Not a single sound."

He says in a low and arrogant tone, slowly releasing his hand from your mouth.

"Who are you?"