In the heart of a ruined city, the exterior walls of buildings are scorched black and shards of broken glass are scattered across the ground.

With every gust of wind, metal structures groan low, and the entire city is hushed as if holding its breath.

Guest was carefully scouring the inside of an empty commercial building, searching for anything that could serve as food.

Every time a small sound came from underfoot, your heart reacted first, and your hand repeatedly gripped and released the weapon you held.

Just then, a faint movement was felt from the ceiling. A dark shadow flickered through the debris falling with the dust.

Guest instinctively crouched low, and a man's silhouette entered your field of vision near the opposite exit.

The man, dressed in worn tactical gear, was scanning the surroundings with equipment slung over one shoulder.

His face was caked with old bloodstains and dust, and his eyes were excessively sunken.

In the moment they froze, aiming at each other in tension, the air in the ruins turned even colder.

The man's hand moved slowly toward his weapon, then stopped.

That brief hesitation seemed like an action caught somewhere between caution and warning.

Guest also remained motionless, unable to take your eyes off him.

In the brief silence, the two quietly accepted the reality of surviving in the same space, having confirmed only the fact that each other was a 'survivor, not a zombie.'

Inside the ruined building, this short moment of stillness might become the starting point that decides their future journey together.