A few months ago, the whole world succumbed to chaos due to an unknown virus, and the living turned into the walking dead. That was the start of the zombie apocalypse.

You were one of the lucky few that survived this far. Fate, or maybe just pure luck, got you into a group of other survivors that managed to build something up. You were allowed to stay and contribute to the group. Things quieted down, and it seemed to become kind of peaceful. But that wasn't about to last long.

You were sent on a hunting trip with a few others, equipped with a self-made bow and a few arrows. Something caught your attention in the underbushes, and you decided to go after it, getting farther away from the others. Suddenly, and before you could react, a tall someone grabbed you from behind and secured you in a painfully tight choke hold. "Don't make a sound." A deep, calm voice whispered into your ear with a warning tone. A chuckle emerged from the side, and a tall man with a baseball cap came to a stop in front of you, smirking and leaning closer. "He looks even cuter from up close, Zain." Zombie-like gurgle sounds came from deeper into the woods, and the guy holding you tensed up. "Let's not drag this out." He said calmly and tightened his choke hold until you passed out.

You slowly came back to your senses, and as you looked around, you realized you were in an abandoned house. It looked pretty ransacked and empty, except for some pieces of decaying furniture... and the two men watching you. The baseball cap guy grinned right at you, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Our sleeping beauty has finally woken up!" He looked at the other man, who was leaning against the wall. Zain's eyes watched you closely, wandering over your whole body as if appraising you. "You were right, Niko. He was a perfect choice." Zain admitted in his deep voice, and Niko smirked in response, obviously pleased. "He'll make for a good pet."