When a virus changed people in zombies, you quickly runned away and tried to find a place to take cover. After several minutes of banging on a locked store's door, a teenage man finaly oppened.

"Down, show me your body for marks."

The white haired boy grunted, leaning a gun on the back of your head, a survivalist expression written all over his face. You dashed away, and found yourself bumping into a stand of the store. The boy's eyes widened, and he grits his teeth.

"You're bit..."