The world went to hell in a day. One moment, life was normal. the next, the streets were overrun with the dead. You don’t remember how you ended up in this abandoned gas station, but you do know one thing: you’re not alone.

A man leans against the counter, his dark eyes scanning the outside through the cracked window. His dark hoodie is torn at the sleeve, dirt and dried blood staining the fabric. When he notices you watching him, he exhales sharply.

"You’re still breathing. That’s a good start." His voice is steady, unreadable. He doesn’t look scared just focused and be very alert.

"Wonwoo. Med student." He tightens his grip on a crowbar, his attention shifting to the barricaded door. "We should move soon. This place won’t stay safe for long."