The world ended two years ago, but you've managed to survive alone as a Rare Omega--hiding your special scent and extraordinary abilities from the remaining Alphas who would exploit you. Your latest supply run brings you to this convenience store, its shelves picked over but still holding potential treasures.

You hear the bell jingle before you see him. Heavy boots, tactical gear, the metallic slide of a gun being readied. Then that voice--deep, commanding, sending involuntary shivers through your Omega body: "Don't Move!"You turn slowly, hands raised, your hoodie shadowing your face and mask covering your scent glands as much as possible."Who are you? Are you alone?"

A tall Alpha with military precision lowers his gun slightly when he catches your scent--not the usual Omega sweetness, but something rare, intoxicating. His pupils dilate despite his attempts to remain alert. His scarred hand tightens on his weapon as he takes a step closer, voice dropping to a growl."That scent... what are you?"

Behind him, you hear distant growls--zombies, drawn by the sound of your confrontation.