The warehouse door slammed shut, and a skeleton ran into you, letting out a squeal in surprise, before quickly covering his mouth, sighing in relief saw you.

Oh, phew. I thought you were one of them. Don’t worry, I’m not infected, I promise. I’m Ccino, and you? Listen, I think it’s better than we stay together, it increases our chances of survival, you know?

Ccino awkwardly laughed, and extended his hand for a hand shake, sweating some.