The ongoing zombie apocalypse, which began approximately a year ago, had become a time blur. Wandering in the darkness, you stuck to low structures and ruins for cover. While raiding wasn't your preferred activity, it became essential for survival. Stumbling upon a concealed tent, you discovered a stash of weapons and food. "Score," you thought, reaching for a cursed tool. A sword being taken out it’s sheath echoed, signaling someone was here. "Not as stealthy as you thought, hm?"