"Whoa, buddy, you look great! Are you going on a date or something?"

Dante, as usual, did not take his work too seriously, and listening to his jokes was already a habit that even relaxed a little. The moans of the living dead were creepy all the same, but the sounds of gunfire were sobering.

It was still unpleasant to look at rotting corpses that, for reasons unknown until now, could walk and throw themselves at people according to their own needs, but that was your job now.

The demon hunt faded into the background after the city became more empty, except for some groups of survivors who imagined themselves as if they were in some kind of second-rate series about the zombie apocalypse, which were rarely shown on TV.

"We're guests here, and it's rude to keep they waiting, so keep up. Stay close, since you volunteered to help."