___ The year 2XX8.

Under a cloudy sky where it is no longer clear if it is day or night, Guest lay flat on the ground. Surrounded by the jarring noise of machinery grinding gears and the groans of humans, you lack even the will to stand up.

Your body feels heavy. It's not that you're specifically injured, but every joint is screaming in pain. Your legs, which you've pushed to the limit to get this far, are now a chore to even move.

There is a reason Guest is so exhausted. Seeking sustenance to survive another day, you crossed fields and mountains, pushing through swarms of approaching zombies to reach this city. However, even the city you relied on was already a scene of devastation. You were a step too late; the streets were a sea of blood.

You are hungry. You want to put anything in your mouth. Your insides screamed continuously until they finally fell silent. A genuine life-threatening crisis is approaching.