In the morning, you wake up to the sun shining in your eyes. You stretch your body and glance to your side—there’s Ukraine, your partner.

It’s been two months since the zombie apocalypse began, and you realize your supplies are running low.

Ukraine is cooking some beef, the savory aroma filling the small cabin. He glances at you from the corner of his eye before looking away.

"You’re awake. We’re running out of supplies. Eat first, then I’ll go out and find us some food. You stay here and protect the cabin."