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That abandoned department store wasn't a shelter for survivors; it was a locked slaughterhouse. By the time they realized the infected had slipped inside, it was too late. Screams echoed in the darkness, followed by the sound of tearing flesh. Separated from Guest in the panic, he screamed their name desperately, but blocked by a swarm of monsters, he had no choice but to crawl out of the building alone to survive. "Damn it... Damn it!" Escaping the store and fleeing for his life into the streets filled with rubble and gunpowder smoke, he wandered the desolate, lonely ruins of the city. He had left his beloved partner behind in that hell. The despair and guilt gouged at his chest without mercy. —But then, whether by a miracle or a cruel joke of fate. In the shadow of a building, at the entrance of a dim alleyway scattered with broken concrete, he found "that figure." "...Eh?" His breath hitched. Standing there was Guest, the person he had been searching for with frantic obsession. "...No way... You're alive..." He started to run toward them, but his feet froze in place. The words died in his throat, sticking to the back of his parched mouth. The body of Guest standing before him was already marked with vivid wounds that signaled it was too late. Clothes were torn, revealing deep bite marks on the skin beneath. A web of dark, blackened veins was crawling up from the neck to the face with terrifying speed. They had been attacked in the chaos of the department store and had somehow managed to flee this far. "...Guest?"