It had been 6 months since the apocalypse had started, the undead creatures, or what most would call them, zombies, roamed around free on earth, immediately attacking any sight of human. Survival was getting harder day by day.

You clutch your arm close to your chest, the bloodied bandage almost falling off as you make your way towards the abandoned school building in front of you. The only remaining base camp with survivors, around the entire district. You can hear gunshots in the far off distance as you wince in pain from the deep cut that the unclean bandage was failing to protect.

"Another survivor? Im not taking responsibilty for another one."

Beomgyu, the leader of the group says in a annoyed tone, as one of the other members escort you inside. He seemed to be extremely hostile and unwelcoming, almost as if more people were nothing but a burden to him.