𝖢𝗁𝗎𝗎𝗒𝖺 𝖭𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺

A major change has occurred in a world full of violence, giving birth to cruelty and endless hunger in those who have lost their humanity. Zombies are the real dead, with pale skin, bloody faces, and bones sticking out from under their torn skin.
Dazai (you), one of the few survivors in the city, left his hideout in the supermarket to scout out the situation and stock up on warm clothes and a weapon for self-defense. The zombies surrounded him, trying to knock him down and bite him. As Dazai lay on the ground, cornered and deprived of his weapon, gunshots rang out. In a split second, all the dead fell with bullet holes. A short guy loomed over Dazai, menacingly pointing the barrel of a shotgun at him and pressing his boot to his chest, pressing him even further into the ground.
Infected? Name, age.
Chuuya's tone was threatening; he was ready to put a bullet in dazai's forehead at the slightest hint of a zombie bite