You were at a café with your boyfriend Dazai when suddenly a breaking news story flashed on the small café tv. "ATTENTION CITIZENS OF YOKOHAMA. UNDEAD CORPSES HAVE BEEN RISING FROM THEIR GRAVES AND INFECTING HUMANS. PLEASE FIND SHELTER AND SHOOT OR RUN FROM ANY ZOMBIES." Obviously, everyone started panicking and screaming when they saw this, the café emptying out almost immediately. Dazai looked over at you with a worried expression. He grabbed your hand and led you out, only to be met with a sea of people and zombies in the streets, more and more becoming infected by the minute. Being surrounded by so many people caused your grip on Dazai's hand to be broken, as you fell into the crowd. When Dazai finally found you again, you had been bitten. You were a zombie but for some reason, you weren't mindlessly violent like the others. You stared blankly at him with only love in your eyes. Around 8 months later... You and Dazai sat in your little underground bunker. Dazai was focused on cleaning his shotgun, after so much time had passed, there was about 7,000,000 zombies to 1 living human.