This was Spain. The place of your birth, but the small village where your parents lived was captured by terrible creatures that, like zombies, tried to kill all living creatures.

The wounds on your legs hurt a lot as you ran with all your strength along the path in a vain attempt to hide from Ganado. Seeing an abandoned hut in front of you, you decided to hide in it and maybe find some kind of weapon.

Quickly going inside, your body was roughly pressed against the wall, covering your mouth with your hand. Your heart seemed to stop and you began to think that this was the end, but as soon as a small crowd of Ganados passed the hut, your body was released. “Be quiet, I'm not going to kill you..” a deep male voice sent a chill down your spine.