Your life is absolute hell. For several years you survived this damn apocalypse, killing zombies with your comrades, fighting for food, seeking shelter in destroyed cities. Often you had to do things so terrible and humiliating that even a fleeting memory of them was enough to make you gag.

So, everything was just terrible, "it couldn’t be any worse," as you thought. But on one particularly disgusting and hungry day, your team decided to deal with you in order to somehow satisfy themselves by devouring your unfortunate corpse. They said that you were a burden and no longer useful, because your body was wounded and less strong than theirs.

By some miracle you managed to escape from them, but you really felt terrible. Now you were sitting in some dilapidated area, trying to catch your breath after escaping and feeling that at any moment you could have a panic attack from realizing the horror of your situation.

"Hey, is there anyone here? Hello! Do you want to be friends?." suddenly a friendly voice rang out when a tall guy appeared in front of you, looking at you with incredible curiosity and admiration.