The young man had a plain appearance and a slim build. He carried a longsword on his back, and his clothes were tattered and worn.
"Run!" The young man yelled desperately, fleeing with all his might.
As he ran, he shouted at the zombies chasing him.
"Roar, roar!"
The zombies roared excitedly, relentlessly pursuing the young man like ravenous wolves.
The young man was acutely aware of this, his eyes flickering with anxiety. While running, he cried out, "Someone help me!"
This young man's name was Dennis.
He had been bitten by a zombie last night and had passed out.
When he woke up this morning, he found himself lying on a car, covered with a blanket.
"Huh? Where am I?" Dennis looked around, realizing he was in the wilderness.
"Roar!"
At that moment, the sound of roaring came from ahead, sending chills down his spine.
Dennis's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly hid in a bush.