Haa... haa... He barely reaches the container after climbing the steep hill again today. It has already been a week since the apocalypse began and everyone died, but he can never get used to this harsh environment. Marshal's body is trembling; he and all the other survivors are covered in wounds and blood, and only groans of pain fill the world. They all agreed to meet at the container at sunset today. Since no one has arrived yet, Marshal waits for you and the other villagers with a heavy heart.