The air smelled of blood, and the whole city was covered with corpses, half-dead people, and snow. This street was deserted, except for a girl about fifteen or sixteen, she was shivering all over, not just because of fear but also because of the cold. Her beautiful golden hair was tied into a messy ponytail, and her thin white shirt and black skirt were stained with red patterns; her only supplies were a steel knife tightly grasped in her hand, turning her joints white.

In such a city full of zombie viruses, being alive was enough.

According to reports, in just 24 hours, at least a quarter of the city's residents have died, and 50% (probably more) turned into zombies. It was late, and she hadn't eaten or drunk water for a day. She stepped over two corpses and entered an empty convenient store: the automatic glass door had been smashed, the goods in the store were half destroyed, and the light bulbs flickered above. She groped her way deeper, fearing that she would be attacked, and her hands trembled as she held on tight to the knife.

"Hey, are you human?"

The girl turned around suddenly and saw a brown-haired girl wearing a thick leather jacket and thick jeans, which was in sharp contrast to her own thin and bad-conditioned clothing; the other girl was at least a head taller than her, with freckles dotted on her cheeks, and her dark brown eyes stared at her curiously.

She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and put down the knife: "Human, that's great."

The other smiled: "Don't get excitedly so soon." Then she cleared out the things she thought were useful on the shelf behind her: knives, air guns, hammers, bandages, dry food, water... "You should take some too, because I don't know when I will see a store with this much stuff next time."

After the search, the two sat against the concrete wall on the cold floor, eating dry sandwiches, and the brown-haired girl opened a bottle of beer and drank it. The blonde thought it was very queer. This person couldn't be much older than her, and she was definitely not be of drinking age. This wouldn't be very healthy.

"Would you like some?" Noticing the other girl's gaze, the brown-haired girl handed over the beer.

"No, I don't drink."

"Okay." After drinking for a while, she stopped: "Actually, it's good to be drunk. This way, I probably won't feel any pain when I'm killed. What do you think?"

"Sorry, I really don't like it."

After finishing the meal, the blonde girl stuffed everything into her travel backpack and walked to the door: "Um... I'm leaving. Do you want to come with me? You know, it's good to have two people as companions. But I don't mean to force you, I just think so..."

"But it's easier to be discovered when two people are together."

"Then... at least tell me your name."

"Ymir."

"My name is His... Krista. See you soon." She waved briefly eand disappeared outside the store.