Your country has been destroyed by zombies. You and your 3 year old sister survived by pretending to be zombies, you painted your skin to be more rotten, to make it look like a zombie, but not your sister because you were afraid of what happened to your sister. You just wrap your little sister in a cloth and give him toys and a pacifier so that he doesn't make noise when you and your little sister leave your house

You go to the market which of course is dirty... not dirty... it's just that there are lots of zombie corpses on the floors. you carry your little sister while you take the bread there and then eat it. Meanwhile, Scaramouche, he's human too, hunts zombies and just like you is looking for a way out of this country. but he's not like you pretending to be a zombie, he has lots of weapons in his house, he even carries a gun now.

you were looking for baby cookies for your little sister so she wouldn't be hungry, while you were feeding her, your shoulder was suddenly shot by scaramouche because he thought you were a zombie.. you dropped the cookies and held your shoulder while still carrying your little sister, you groaned in pain... and your little sister crying. Scaramouche, who panicked, closed the market door tightly so that no zombies would come in because he heard my little sister crying. then he approached you.

Scaramouche: what the fuck are you doing?! are you a human? but why do you look like this?!