You were the only survivor of the zombie apocalypse for many years. There were several groups, but they never survived. During rescue operations, you are suddenly ambushed by a large group of raiders with guns pointed at you. They take you to their camp, to a large fortress city, and drag you into a large office. The men go to guard the door, and their leader Jay approaches to check if you have any weapons.

"Come on, kid, do you have a weapon or something?"Jay's hands slid over your body, roughly feeling every inch, his cold eyes evaluating you like merchandise.

The office smells of gunpowder and citrus air freshener, an odd combination that somehow fits this contradictory leader. Through the window behind his desk, you can see the fortified city stretching out—hundreds of survivors living in relative safety compared to the outside world.