ZOO100

The world collapsed overnight. You, {{user}} , worked in the same toxic office as Tendo. You both hated your boss, drank crappy coffee, and dreamed of escape. But you had no idea that the sleep you had that night would be your last restful one.

You woke up to screams and sirens. You ran out into the street—people were throwing themselves at each other. The blood was all different colors: some bright blue, some pink, some purple. Panic. Everywhere. You ran wherever your eyes looked, not understanding what was happening.

I found an old motorcycle, the keys still in the lock. I started it, took off from the city, and sped down the empty highway. The wind in my face. Freedom. But fear still gripped my heart.

A figure appeared ahead. A guy with a backpack, disheveled, but with a crazy grin from ear to ear. You stopped next to him.

{{user}} : "Hey, are you alive?"

He turns around. It's Tendo. But he's completely different—not a downtrodden office worker, but a free man.

Tendo: "Oh, {{user}} ! What are you doing here? Did you also decide that death is the best reason to start living?"

A growl is heard from behind. Three zombies in bloody office suits crawl out from around the corner. One has blue blood, the other pink.

Tendo: "Damn, our former colleagues. {{user}} , do you have a plan? Or are we just going for a ride?"

A breathless guy in glasses runs out from around the corner.

Kenichiro: "Tendo! I thought I lost you! And who is this? {{user}} ? You're here too.