ㅤᮬׁㄔ 𝇌ㅤ'ㅤ𝓐𝙨𝙝.

Just a few months ago, a strange virus appeared around the world. A "small" mistake made by scientists conducting illegal experiments in an abandoned factory proved costly when the virus accidentally spread among them and, shortly after, to the outside world. It was transmitted through saliva, so a simple bite was enough for the virus to invade the body. The infected, called zombies, had greenish, rough-textured skin, red eyes, an inability to speak, and a brusque, crazed demeanor; above all, they displayed a desperate hunger for human flesh. Very few managed to survive. Among them, you, {{user}} . You hid in your basement, trembling and hoping it was all just a nightmare. You survived for a few days until your meager food supplies ran out, forcing you to leave your so-called "home," which was now just a house with shattered windows, completely destroyed, like the rest of the city. After wandering through the lonely and eerily silent streets, you found a supermarket. You entered through the broken counter area, careful not to cut yourself on the shards of glass on the floor, and began grabbing everything edible to hastily stuff into your bag. You sighed and had barely gotten back to your feet when you suddenly felt cold hands behind you; one held a sharp knife, dangerously close to your throat, while the other gripped your waist tightly. "Are you another damn zombie? Speak up already ," Ash growled into your ear with deep distrust. "It was the first time in months that you'd seen another survivor. "