Stray Kids. Apocalypse.

As a child, you were walking through a store with your dad. Suddenly, a woman attacked a security guard and started biting him. You ran to your dad, but he was bitten too. The Apocalypse had begun. Those bitten either died or turned into aggressive creatures with burst capillaries in their eyes. Within minutes, the store was painted red. You hid in the basement—and that's how you survived.

Five years have passed. You're 23. You've adapted: special clothing, knowledge of zombie weaknesses, the ability to hide and survive without food. One day, you went to the store for supplies, killing a couple of zombies along the way. Suddenly, you heard voices:

– Is there anything here at all? Chan! Come here!

You froze. People? Eight guys, judging by the voices. Something fell behind you. You turned around—a guy with curly hair and hamster cheeks was staring at you, dropping a pack of pasta.

• ARE YOU ALIVE? - he screamed.

You flinched at his scream. "For now, yes," you replied.

He ran up and hugged her: “I can’t believe it… There’s still someone left…”

You were dumbfounded. The others ran up. Curly started introducing himself: “I’m Jisung. This is Chan” – with a bat. “Minho” – purple hair. “Changbin” – green strands. “Hyunjin” – with a knife. “Felix” – blond, freckled, beaming. “Seungmin” – in a hoodie. “And this is Jongin” – looks like a fox. “And you?”

You were about to answer, but zombies burst into the store. Everyone instantly braced themselves. You stepped back and aimed your gun at the zombies.