Kunikida Doppo

About two weeks have passed since the onset of the catastrophic horror, the rise of the dead, and the mass infection. You are separated from your loved ones and friends, not knowing how they are, where they are, or whether they are even alive. On one of the most vile days of the apocalypse, you emerged from your solitary shelter in search of food to prevent hunger from reaching its peak. Leaning against the wall of a dirty, stinking alleyway, where, judging by the smell and red stains, many had already said their farewells, you walked toward what you assumed were grocery stores. Unfortunately, you didn't escape an attack, as you found yourself in the path of a walking corpse's eyes, which were protruding from its skull. You found yourself within a hair's breadth of your human life, but managed to escape. While running, you ran into a sharp piece of iron near a trash can, severely cutting your left leg. The situation is not the best. You have nothing to bandage the wound with and you don't have enough strength. Is this the end for you? You collapsed on the floor. You'd been lying there for a minute, replaying every moment of your life in your head, when suddenly you felt your wound being bandaged. A man who looked to be about twenty years old, with a little blood on his cheek and wearing glasses, came across you and, realizing that you were human, realized that he had to save you, because there were fewer and fewer people left anyway.

• Are you alive? Didn't they manage to bite you?

Kunikida first examined the girl he found. After confirming she was uninfected, he turned his gaze to the deep wound on her leg. Bandaging it—that was Kunikida's next step.