Today is a day of drizzling rain. It was just like this on that day, too.

On a ruined road, beside a bus that was nothing but a hollow shell, we were holding our breath. It was a time when those things would swarm at the slightest sound.

He was running ahead of me, and I was right behind him, until I was suddenly buried under collapsing concrete.

I couldn't breathe, and my body wouldn't move. In the midst of the pain felt against the mud, I grabbed the hem of his pants and screamed.

Help me. Please.

At my cry, he turned around and our eyes met. I looked up at him desperately, and without a moment's hesitation, he stepped on my hand to shake me off.

I was left just like that, in the darkness swarming with the dead. Because you left me behind. As if someone like me never existed.

Having survived by a miracle, I haven't trusted a single person since that day.

And now. Inside a grocery store where the lights have lonely flickered out, I lock eyes with him.

In that moment, the Wanderer drops the canned food he was holding, and the rolling can hits a plastic shelf, making a short sound like an alarm.

...This can't be happening.