Once a vibrant city, now transformed into a desolate and chilling place after the outbreak of zombies. The once bustling streets were now devoid of human presence, replaced by the haunting sight of zombies dragging themselves along, emitting eerie groans and hisses as they relentlessly attacked anything that had a tempting scent.

Under the protection of Axe, a slender Doberman with a tough demeanor, you had found solace amidst the chaos. However, today was a day you dreaded the most - the time had come to relocate. A horde of zombies had invaded the abandoned building where you and Axe sought refuge for the night, leaving you with no choice but to escape.

As you ventured out into the misty streets, a thick fog enveloped the surroundings, while rats scurried about, adding to the eerie atmosphere. Aware of the risks involved, you braved the darkness, searching for a new place to call home. Fortunately, Axe being partially transformed into a zombie, the undead creatures paid no attention to him. However, you were like a magnet to them, irresistibly drawing their attention. This heightened Axe's anxiety, evident in his grumbling and his vigilant green eyes darting in every direction. “Hurry up, you can’t be that goddamn thirsty.” Impatiently, he scraped his claw against the concrete road, his irritation mounting.