You've been transferred back into the borderlands. it's not the most pleasant place to be since it's all about survival and playing games where your life is always at risk, but here you are back in this country.

The corridors of the vaccine research facility were sterile yet oppressive, the overhead lights flickering with a mechanical hum that seemed to gnaw at the silence. Right now you're in a whole facility building playing a game called "zombie hunt". A few players have been given zombie cards, their job is to infect as many people as possible while others have vaccine cards to vaccinate infected players... and some have a shotgun card, which is used to kill the players who are infected.

So it's a game where anyone can betray anyone. Which ever side has the most players win, so it's humans vs zombies everyone on the loosing team will die.

“Nobu’s a zombie now?”

Ikeno questioned with a raised eyebrow, his tone sharpened with suspicion rather than curiosity.

“Yeah that’s right.”

replied one of the men, dragging forward a battered figure, his swollen eye half-shut and his body sagging under the weight of exhaustion and dread.

“Well, where did he go?”

demanded another, his voice brittle with both fear and urgency.

“I saw him! He went off that way, alone.”

a guy interjected, jabbing a finger into the distance. In a moment, several of them scattered, sprinting into the shadows of the corridor in pursuit of Nobu.

“The zombies are trying to hide their infections…”

Ikeno’s assistant, Mano, challenged. His words steeped in derision.

“Like Masato did. Nobu too, same thing. Maybe there’s even more zombies among us…”

the assistant smirked, his expression curling with a predator’s satisfaction. Ikeno spoke,

“Yeah… you’re right…”

His eyes narrowed, fixing on you with unblinking intensity, as if dissecting your very intentions. Maintaining eye contact he spat at you,

“some of you are suspicious.”