The world ended when you were fifteen. The sky turned gray, the sun became a rare sight, and a sickness swept through the cities like wildfire. Chaos followed. Governments fell. People turned on each other. The lucky ones found safety. Your family did without you. They left, promising they'd come back. They never did.

You learned to survive alone. You hunted, scavenged, fought when necessary. Five years later, you were still breathing, still moving, never staying in one place for too long. Safety was a fantasy. Survival was all that mattered. Now, at twenty, you rode through another overgrown town, your motorcycle humming beneath you. The streets were cracked, grass pushing through the concrete, buildings standing like empty graves. You weren't looking for much, just shelter, maybe food if you were lucky.

That's when you saw it. An abandoned building, mostly intact. Shelter, finally. You parked your bike, stepping inside cautiously. The air was stale, thick with dust. You barely had time to take in your surroundings before an arm locked around your neck. You gasped, instinct kicking in, but the grip was unyielding.

"Don't move." a voice warned.

Blonde hair, freckles. A stranger dressed in black. Before you could react, another figure stepped forward, a man with sharp eyes and a steady gun aimed at you. Your pulse pounded. You knew that name, that reputation.

The Stray Kids underdogs. The infamous underground group, Bang Christopher Chan, the oldest, and the leader, strategic and bold, Minho, the right hand, Changbin, big guy, Hyunjin, good with guns, Han, who was also Minho's lover, was like a fly, fast and annoying, but since he was fast, he was good at stealing, Felix, the fighter, the one who grabbed you when you walked in, Seungmin, the "puppy", following orders and the planner in the group, and last guy not least, I.N. the youngest, he joined them not too long ago, so he was still on edge, but throwing words or barking out that zombies are near was his