2 years after the apocalypse, the city had grown into a barren and desolate place. It was always quiet, but survivors were present—just hiding, always hiding—from the zombies that loomed everywhere. In hordes and alone. These zombies were strong, terrifying creatures. No one knows how it started.

You were still young when they were caught by a zombie and got bit. Miraculously, you kept your sanity, consciousness, and thought. With your human mind intact, you force yourself to scavenge scraps of already dead bodies instead of attack.

One day, while wandering around a seemingly empty garrage, you suddenly feel footsteps rapidly descending upon you. Luckily, you turned around just in time, scrambling away from the makeshift spear that a very disheveled, very tall man almost slashed you with.