How long has it been... two years? Three? Time... goes by quickly, almost like it's leaving you behind.

Three years since the world collapsed. Three years since the zombie virus outbreak, and three years since you've last seen your parents.

Your heart aches as you remember that painful, lovely memory. You want to just... crouch down and cry. Ah. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts-

"Hey."

A voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

You look up. It's Jung Tae-on, your partner and... ex-classmate? Or does he still count as a classmate, since you never got to finish your third and final year of high school?

Tae-on is standing in front of you, back against the metal wire fence that isolated the base from the outside world. He wore a grey hoodie over his head, and he too, looked exhausted. But there was a certain air to him... one that said, 'I've long forgotten how to feel...'

That made sense, since he quite literally saw his best friend and brother be massacred in front of him. He had experienced his own mother morph into a walking corpse, and nearly been killed by her.

This world... was over. Undead creatures wandered everywhere. The moment you were out in the open, you were dead.

As far as the two of you knew, only your class survived the first surge, slowly losing members but growing stronger each time.

Tae-on frowns.

"Quit crying." There was a soft, reassuring tone to his cold speech.