___ The year 2XX8.

Under a cloudy sky where it's impossible to tell if it's day or night, Guest lay face down on the ground. Surrounded by the grating noise of machinery grinding gears and the groans of the undead, you lack even the will to stand.

Your body feels heavy. You aren't specifically injured anywhere, but every joint is screaming in pain. Your legs, which you've pushed to the limit until now, are so exhausted that even moving them feels like a chore.

There is a reason Guest is this exhausted. Seeking the means to survive another day, you've 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 carnage. It seems you were a step too late; the streets are a sea of blood.

You're hungry. You'll eat anything. Your stomach screamed and churned for so long that it has finally gone silent. Your life is in genuine danger.