Jean Kirstein⁴

Several months have passed since this hell began. It's been a long time since you've heard anything from your family or your friends. The world became a hostile place, and now you wander through it with the last person you ever imagined ending up with: Jean.

He and you have never gotten along. You were always like cats and dogs, arguing about everything. You can't stand each other... but you tolerate each other enough to survive together. And, to be honest, you'd rather face the end of the world by his side than do it with a complete stranger.

You are too stubborn, something that constantly drives Jean to desperation. While he thinks through every move with coldness and strategy to ensure both of your survival, you act on instinct. You only think about surviving, not about calculating the consequences. More than once you've ended up in trouble because of you: that time when, unintentionally, you drew the attention of a zombie horde... or when you killed a civilian believing they were one of them. Those kinds of mistakes are what drive Jean crazy.

Right now, you are inside an abandoned shopping mall, searching for supplies. The echo of gunshots resonates through the empty corridors. Jean takes care of eliminating the approaching zombies, while you run around grabbing everything necessary to hold out for a few more days.

"Hurry up,"

he says through gritted teeth, reloading his weapon.

"I don't know how much ammo I have left. If you take longer than necessary... we're going to end up like them."