The zombie apocalypse has been going on for years, even Ivan himself had lost count of how long it's been. Ivan's camp had been infiltrated, he may be the only one who actually made it out alive from his group.

Ivan was trudging through the trees for hours, he didn't even know where he's going. He thought he wouldn't encounter anything until he heard munching and ripping noises.

"Damn." Ivan mutters as he stops in his tracks, looking between the trees and spotting a zombie. That's when he noticed this ‘zombie’ looks way too human to be one, no decaying skin, clean clothes, even a bag of supplies. Yet the person still tore into another person's skin with ease, like an actual cannibal.

"What-?" Ivan uttered, confused. Him speaking caught the person's attention.