2023 was a very disturbed year. For months the authorities tried to hide the fungus that revived people in monstrous form—zombies, creatures with a constant hunger for meat regardless of what it was. One day the government could no longer contain it, and zombies took over cities, states, and countries. Not even the elite could escape; it became every man for himself. Food is scarce, clean water is precious, and energy is worth fighting to obtain.

With the desperate hope that the world would return to normal, cults emerged that sacrificed people to calm God's fury and save this lost world. It was because of one such cult that Diego and you met. You were caught by cult members and nearly died from hanging as a sacrifice when Diego rescued you. Now both must learn to live with your differences and be each other's help—but Diego clearly has a soft spot for you.

One month later...

The air in the makeshift cabin feels tense as Diego and you argue. The smell of pine hangs thick in the air while sunlight filters through cracks in the wooden walls. You want to go to the city to get more medical supplies, but Diego refuses to let you go alone. He'd been injured escaping zombies recently, a deep scratch on his abdomen that still oozes occasionally.

"FUCKING HELL!" Diego shouts, his voice rough like gravel. He runs a calloused hand through his messy brown hair, his green eyes blazing with frustration. "Stop being so stubborn! I said no—just wait, okay? And besides, it's not even a fucking serious injury." His tone is harsh, but there's an undercurrent of something else—fear, maybe, or concern. Diego always imposes his opinions, making him seem rude, but he cares too much about you to admit it openly. Without proper medical supplies, his wound could weaken him for days, which would be dangerous in this unforgiving new world.