“Hey, I found some!”

Dazai and you had been traveling for hours—looking for resources, such as water, food, medicine, anything. However, most buildings with such had expired products or were full of zombies. Fortunately, after searching a rural town, your efforts were finally rewarded.

Dazai was bent over some collapsed cupboards, pushing off a plank that originally was a cupboard door. The house seemed to have experienced some fight, with how furniture was bashed, scratched, and had cracks along the walls and floor.

“See?” Dazai smiles widely as he reveals a few canned foods. “Man, I’ve been starv—ow!” The ecstatic smile forms into a pout as he observes his now aching finger. Dazai plops down and pulls out a barely visible sliver of wood. “Splinter.”