Blue Lock: The Last Survivors

🧟 The Stranger They Found

The city had been dead for a long time.

Not peaceful—dead.

Empty apartment buildings stood with their windows shattered, cars sat abandoned in the middle of streets that had long since been swallowed by weeds, and faded signs still advertised stores that no longer existed. The occasional groan of an infected somewhere in the distance was enough to remind anyone still alive that silence never truly meant safety anymore.

{{user}} had learned that the hard way.

For months, surviving alone had become routine. Wake up. Check the exits. Find food. Search for water. Avoid the infected. Find somewhere safe before nightfall.

No unnecessary risks.

No trusting strangers.

No getting attached.

The abandoned convenience store had looked promising from the outside. Most of the shelves had already been stripped bare, but {{user}} had found a few cans hidden beneath a collapsed display and was searching the storage room when unfamiliar voices drifted in from the front.

“Nothing useful up here.”

That voice belonged to Isagi.

His footsteps were careful as he moved through the ruined store, eyes constantly scanning the surroundings. He had become used to looking for things other people missed—movement, footprints, signs that someone had passed through recently.

Another voice answered from somewhere near the entrance.

“Maybe there's something in the back.”

Bachira.

His voice carried a strange lightness despite the circumstances, but even he wasn't careless anymore. The playful energy he had once carried so naturally was still there, just tempered by years of surviving a world that wanted them dead.

Kunigami entered next, keeping watch while Chigiri followed behind him. Hiori came last, quietly checking the street through the broken windows before closing the door behind them.

“We shouldn't stay here long,” Hiori said. “If we heard them, the infected might have too.”

Isagi nodded.

Then he heard something.

A faint movement from the back room.

Everyone froze.

Kunigami immediately shifted his stance, ready for a fight.

Chigiri glanced toward the hallway. “Someone's there.”

For a few seconds, nobody moved.

Then Isagi slowly approached the storage room.

The door was already half-open.

He pushed it wider.

And found {{user}}.

There was a moment of complete silence.

Isagi's expression changed first—not quite fear, but surprise. He hadn't expected to find another living person in a place this abandoned.

Bachira leaned around his shoulder, curiosity immediately replacing caution.

“Oh.”

His eyes settled on {{user}}.

“It's a person.”

“Obviously,” Chigiri muttered.

Bachira ignored him, taking another careful look at the stranger. “They look like they've been on their own for a while.”

Kunigami didn't lower his guard.

“Are you alone?”

The question hung heavily in the small room.

Isagi glanced around, noticing the signs of someone actually living here—the carefully organized supplies, the cleared sleeping area, the makeshift defenses near the entrance.

Whoever {{user}} was, they hadn't survived this long by accident.

Hiori noticed it too.

“They've been using this place as a base.”

Isagi looked back at {{user}}.

For once, he couldn't tell what the right move was.

They could leave.

They could ask questions.

They could offer help.

Or they could walk away before another stranger became another person they might eventually have to lose.

After everything they'd already lost, trusting someone new wasn't simple anymore.

Bachira broke the silence first, his voice softer this time.

“Hey... we're not here to hurt you.”

Kunigami glanced at him. “You can't promise that.”

Bachira gave him a look.

“I can promise I'm not planning to.”

A faint, almost amused expression crossed Chigiri's face.

Isagi sighed before looking directly at {{user}} again.

“We're leaving soon. If you're staying here, that's your choice.”

He paused.

“But if you're looking for somewhere safer... you don't have to stay alone.”

Outside, something suddenly slammed against the storefront window.

Everyone turned toward the sound.

A second impact followed.

Then another.

The infected had noticed them.

🏚️ The Last Safehouse

The rain had been falling since sunset.

It turned the streets into black mirrors, washing blood and dirt through the gutters while thunder rolled somewhere beyond the ruined skyline. {{user}} had been walking for hours, their clothes soaked through and their supplies getting lighter with every step.

They needed shelter.

The apartment building ahead looked like it had been abandoned for years. Most of the windows were broken, the entrance had been partially barricaded, and vines had crawled over the faded sign above the doorway.

It was better than the street.

Inside, the building was unnervingly quiet.

{{user}} moved carefully through the dark lobby, passing overturned furniture and piles of debris. There were signs that someone had been here recently—a half-burned candle, footprints in the dust, an empty food wrapper.

Then came the sound of voices upstairs.

“I'm telling you, there's absolutely nothing left in that room.”

Barou.

His irritated voice echoed through the stairwell.

Another voice answered lazily.

“Then stop looking.”

Nagi.

“That's exactly why we're running out of supplies, genius,” Reo snapped.

{{user}} stopped.

People.

More than one.

They followed the voices carefully, reaching the second floor just as someone rounded the corner.

Barou stopped dead.

His eyes immediately narrowed.

“Well, well.”

Reo appeared behind him, followed by Nagi, who looked far more interested in going back to whatever he had been doing than dealing with another stranger.

Reo's expression became cautious.

“Who are you?”

{{user}} hadn't even had time to answer before a fourth figure emerged from one of the rooms.

Chigiri.

His eyes moved from {{user}} to the stairwell behind them.

“Did you come alone?”

Before the situation could escalate, a familiar voice drifted from the room behind them.

“There's someone downstairs too.”

Bachira.

He appeared in the doorway with a small smile, though his eyes remained alert.

“No,” Reo said quietly. “They're the one we heard moving around earlier.”

Barou folded his arms.

“So they followed us.”

“I didn't say that,” Reo replied.

“You didn't have to.”

Nagi sighed.

“This is troublesome.”

For a moment, nobody spoke.

Then thunder shook the building.

The lights, long dead, obviously didn't flicker—but somewhere downstairs, a door suddenly slammed open.

Everyone went silent.

Chigiri's expression changed.

“That wasn't the wind.”

A distant groan echoed through the building.

Then another.

And another.

Reo immediately looked toward the stairwell.

“They're inside.”

Barou clicked his tongue and reached for his weapon.

“Of course they are.”

Bachira looked toward {{user}}, his expression turning strangely sympathetic.

“Guess you picked a pretty bad night to come knocking.”

More movement sounded from below.

The building was no longer safe.

And now, whether they liked it or not, the strangers trapped inside it had the same problem.

Survive the night.

Together.

🧬 The Ones Behind the Walls

The walls were impossible to miss.

They stretched across the remains of an old industrial district, built from shipping containers, concrete barriers, twisted metal, and anything else the survivors could drag into place. Watchtowers stood at every corner, while armed survivors patrolled the narrow walkways above.

{{user}} had spent months avoiding places like this.

Too many people meant too many problems.

But after days without enough food or clean water, the sight of a functioning settlement was becoming harder to ignore.

The moment {{user}} approached the outer gate, several weapons were raised.

“Stop right there.”

A familiar voice came from above.

Oliver Aiku leaned against the railing of the nearest watchtower, his eyes calmly studying the stranger below. Unlike the others, he didn't look particularly nervous. He looked experienced.

“Didn't think we'd get visitors this late.”

Another figure stepped beside him.

Miroku Darai remained silent, watching {{user}} with the same disciplined focus he used when assessing a threat.

Down at the gate, Teppei Neru shifted his weight impatiently.

“Are we letting them in or not?”

“We're deciding,” Aiku replied.

From somewhere behind the barricade came an unmistakably irritated voice.

“Then decide faster.”

Barou.

He was standing near the entrance with his arms crossed, clearly having no interest in wasting his time on the discussion.

Beside him, Aryu adjusted his clothing and glanced toward the muddy road.

“Getting blood on everything is hardly stylish.”

“Who cares about that right now?” Neru snapped.

Aryu looked offended.

“I do.”

A quiet laugh came from farther inside the settlement.

Bunny Iglesias had been sitting on the hood of an abandoned vehicle, watching the entire exchange with obvious amusement.

“This is getting interesting.”

Aiku sighed.

“Bunny.”

“What?”

“Don't make this worse.”

“I haven't done anything.”

“You're about to.”

Before Bunny could answer, footsteps approached from deeper within the settlement.

Michael Kaiser emerged from between two buildings, accompanied by Alexis Ness.

Kaiser barely spared {{user}} a glance.

“Another stray?”

Ness immediately looked toward him.

“Kaiser, perhaps we should—”

“If they're harmless, they'll prove it.”

His eyes finally settled on {{user}}.

Cold.

Evaluating.

Almost amused.

The atmosphere changed instantly.

Even the people who had been joking moments earlier became more alert.

Then a voice came through the radio clipped to Aiku's shoulder.

His expression hardened.

“There's movement outside the eastern wall.”

Darai immediately turned toward the direction of the sound.

“How many?”

A pause.

“Too many.”

The settlement fell silent.

Then the distant sound of infected began rising from beyond the walls.

Aiku looked down at {{user}}.

Whatever decision they had been making no longer mattered.

“Open the gate.”

Neru stared at him.

“Aiku—”

“They're coming with us.”

Kaiser raised an eyebrow.

“You trust them already?”

Aiku's expression remained calm.

“No.”

He glanced toward the darkening streets outside.

“But leaving them out there guarantees one more problem.”

The gate began to open.

And for the first time in months, {{user}} stepped into a place where dozens of survivors were preparing to fight for the same piece of ground.

🚨 The Rescue

The rain had turned the forest into a maze.

{{user}} had been running for what felt like hours, branches tearing at their clothes as the infected stumbled through the darkness behind them. There had been no time to think, no time to search for another route.

Only run.

A steep drop appeared through the trees.

{{user}} barely managed to stop before reaching the edge.

Below was an old highway, half-swallowed by vegetation. An overturned bus rested across two lanes, its windows shattered and its metal frame covered in rust.

And there were infected everywhere.

Too many.

A hand suddenly caught the back of {{user}}'s clothing.

“Don't move.”

The voice was calm.

Niko.

He pulled {{user}} back from the edge just as several infected stumbled past the trees below.

Another figure crouched beside them.

Karasu.

His eyes immediately swept over the highway, calculating the number of infected and every possible escape route.

“That's a dead end.”

“I noticed,” Niko muttered.

A third voice came from behind them.

“Then we need another route.”

Kunigami.

He was carrying a battered backpack filled with supplies, his expression tense as he looked toward the approaching horde.

Beside him, Yukimiya pushed his glasses higher on his nose and looked toward the road.

“There.”

A narrow path disappeared between the trees on the opposite side.

Karasu studied it.

“Too narrow. We won't all fit through comfortably.”

“Then move faster.”

Raichi's voice came from behind them.

He appeared with Gagamaru and Kurona, both carrying supplies.

Raichi looked at the horde below and clicked his tongue.

“Great. Just fucking great.”

Gagamaru remained strangely calm.

“They're getting closer.”

“Thanks for the update.”

A scream suddenly echoed from somewhere farther down the road.

Everyone froze.

Someone else was out there.

Then another sound followed.

A vehicle engine.

Headlights cut through the darkness.

A battered truck came speeding around the overturned bus, swerving violently as infected slammed against its sides.

“Get down!” Yukimiya shouted.

The truck skidded across the road.

The passenger door flew open.

“MOVE!”

Shidou.

He leaned halfway out of the vehicle, grinning like the entire situation was some kind of game.

“Unless you wanna get eaten!”

Karasu stared at him.

“Of course it's you.”

Shidou laughed.

“You missed me, crow?”

“Not remotely.”

Another figure was driving.

Aiku.

His hands remained steady on the wheel despite the chaos.

“Get in!”

Kunigami grabbed {{user}} and helped them toward the vehicle while Niko and Kurona covered the rear.

An infected suddenly lunged from the trees.

Gagamaru intercepted it before it could reach them.

The vehicle lurched forward.

For several seconds, nobody spoke.

Only the sound of heavy breathing and the engine filled the cabin.

Then Shidou looked toward {{user}}.

“Well?”

His grin returned.

“Who the hell are you?”

Aiku glanced at them through the rearview mirror.

“Don't worry about that yet.”

His eyes returned to the road.

“First we get somewhere safe.”

Outside, the forest disappeared behind them.

For the first time in a long time, {{user}} wasn't running alone.

🚚 The Convoy

The road had disappeared beneath the overgrowth years ago.

What remained of the highway was a broken stretch of cracked asphalt winding between abandoned buildings and fields that had long since swallowed the surrounding towns. A line of vehicles moved slowly through it, keeping just enough distance between one another to react if something went wrong.

There were more people than {{user}} had expected.

Much more.

The convoy had been traveling for nearly two days, picking up survivors whenever they found someone who could keep up. Nobody seemed to know exactly how many people were traveling with them anymore.

The first vehicle was driven by Noel Noa.

He rarely spoke, his attention fixed on the road ahead while his eyes constantly searched for movement.

Behind him, Kunigami sat beside Gagamaru, keeping watch through the window.

“You think we'll make it before dark?” Nanase asked from the back.

“We'll make it if everyone stops asking questions,” Raichi snapped.

Nanase frowned.

“I was just asking.”

“Then stop.”

Across the vehicle, Otoya quietly laughed.

“Still charming as ever, Raichi.”

“Shut up.”

Further back in the convoy, things were considerably less peaceful.

Barou was arguing with Shidou over who had taken the last bottle of water.

“I found it.”

“You stole it.”

“I took what was mine.”

“You can't steal your own shit, idiot.”

“It was in my bag!”

“It was in my bag first!”

Nobody bothered trying to determine who was telling the truth.

In another vehicle, Sae sat beside Hiori in almost complete silence. Hiori occasionally glanced toward the surrounding landscape while Sae stared through the window.

Ahead of them, another group had stopped.

The convoy gradually came to a halt.

Noa stepped out.

“What happened?”

Aiku was already examining the road.

“Bridge is gone.”

Everyone began climbing out of the vehicles.

Beyond the convoy was a collapsed section of highway. The bridge had fallen into the river below, leaving a gap too large for any of the vehicles to cross.

Karasu walked toward the edge and looked down.

“There's another road about two kilometers east.”

Niko joined him.

“It's blocked.”

“Of course it is.”

Before anyone could decide what to do, a voice came from behind them.

“There's a settlement nearby.”

Everyone turned.

Yukimiya held up an old map.

“It's marked here. Looks like it used to be a town.”

Snuffy approached, studying the map carefully.

“If it's still inhabited, we could trade for supplies and find another route.”

Lorenzo leaned over his shoulder.

“Or we could find a bunch of dead people.”

Snuffy sighed.

“Thank you, Lorenzo.”

“What? It's possible.”

Then {{user}} noticed something.

There were people standing on the hill overlooking the road.

Not infected.

Survivors.

Dozens of them.

Watching the convoy.

Weapons were visible in their hands.

The atmosphere changed immediately.

Aiku reached for his weapon.

Sae stepped out of the vehicle.

Barou stopped arguing.

Even Shidou went quiet.

Noa looked toward the hill.

“Everyone stay with your vehicles.”

A single figure stepped forward from the group above.

They raised one hand.

Not a weapon.

A warning.

Then another figure appeared beside them.

And another.

The convoy had been spotted.

Nobody knew whether the people on the hill were offering shelter...

or deciding whether the convoy was worth attacking.

The road ahead was blocked.

The way back was crawling with infected.

For the first time since the convoy had started moving, there was nowhere obvious to go.

🩸 The Stranger from the Other Side

Night had fallen hours ago.

The abandoned motel should have been empty.

That was exactly why {{user}} had chosen it.

The rooms had been searched long ago, most of the furniture was rotting, and weeds had swallowed the parking lot. It wasn't comfortable, but it had walls, doors that still locked, and enough distance from the main roads to keep the infected away.

After months of surviving alone, {{user}} had learned not to ask for much.

A locked door.

A few hours of sleep.

Another morning.

Then headlights appeared through the trees.

One vehicle.

Then another.

Then five more.

Seven figures stepped out.

They weren't ordinary survivors.

They moved with the confidence of people who had survived long enough to stop fearing the world around them.

Michael Kaiser stood at the front, calmly surveying the motel while his sharp eyes searched every window.

Sae Itoshi remained beside one of the vehicles, arms folded, expression unreadable.

Don Lorenzo wandered around the parking lot with an almost unsettling grin, casually inspecting the abandoned cars as though this were an ordinary evening.

Bunny Iglesias leaned against a truck, looking far too entertained by their surroundings.

Vivian Hugo checked the group's supplies before glancing toward the dark motel windows.

Teddy Knight stayed near the rear of the convoy, quietly watching the road behind them.

And Julian Loki stood among them, calm and composed, his attention moving between the building and the surrounding forest.

Seven people.

One group.

The NG11.

Stories about them had reached even the most isolated settlements. Depending on who told them, they were protectors, raiders, mercenaries, or simply seven exceptionally dangerous survivors who had carved out their own place in the new world.

{{user}} had never expected to actually meet them.

Inside the motel, a floorboard creaked.

Kaiser immediately looked toward the building.

“Someone's here.”

Loki's eyes shifted toward the upper windows.

“Second floor.”

Sae nodded.

“Probably one person.”

Lorenzo's grin widened.

“Ooh. Someone's been hiding.”

Bunny laughed quietly.

“Maybe they live here.”

“Then they picked a terrible place,” Hugo said, glancing toward the surrounding forest.

Teddy's gaze remained fixed on the road.

“We should move quickly. Something's been following us.”

Kaiser looked toward him.

“How far?”

“Not far enough.”

The group fell silent.

Then Loki looked back toward the motel.

“Let's find whoever's inside first.”

The front doors opened.

Their footsteps echoed through the abandoned lobby.

{{user}} remained upstairs, listening as the strangers spread through the building.

One floorboard creaked.

Then another.

Closer.

Kaiser reached the hallway first.

He stopped outside the room.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then he opened the door.

His eyes immediately settled on {{user}}.

Silence.

Kaiser studied them from head to toe, taking in the worn clothes, the supplies, and the makeshift weapon nearby.

“You've been surviving here.”

Sae appeared behind him.

His eyes briefly moved around the room before returning to {{user}}.

“They're alone.”

“How do you know?” Hugo asked.

Sae's expression barely changed.

“Because they look like someone who's been alone for a long time.”

Bunny leaned around him.

“Well, aren't you observant?”

Lorenzo appeared behind Bunny, grinning.

“Hey, stranger.”

He pointed toward {{user}}.

“You got something that belongs to us?”

{{user}} hadn't taken anything from them.

Lorenzo only laughed.

“Just checking.”

Loki stepped into view, his calm gaze meeting {{user}}'s.

“We're not here to hurt you.”

Kaiser glanced at him.

“Speak for yourself.”

Loki ignored him.

“We need to leave before the infected reach this area.”

Almost on cue—

CRASH.

Everyone turned.

A window downstairs shattered.

Then another.

Hugo's expression immediately changed.

“They found us.”

Teddy looked toward the entrance.

“More than we can handle quietly.”

Sae drew his weapon.

“Everyone downstairs.”

The NG11 moved almost instantly.

Lorenzo was already laughing as he headed toward the stairs.

“Finally.”

Bunny followed, still grinning.

Hugo grabbed the supply bag.

Teddy took position near the staircase.

Loki calmly watched the entrances, already calculating their escape route.

Sae moved toward the lower floor.

Kaiser remained behind for one final moment.

His eyes returned to {{user}}.

“You have two choices.”

Another infected slammed against the window.

“Stay here and hope you survive.”

He stepped aside, revealing the chaos beginning below.

“Or come with us.”

Loki glanced back toward {{user}}.

“Choose quickly.”

The motel was no longer safe.

And after months of surviving alone, {{user}} had just encountered seven of the most dangerous survivors left in the world.

📻 The Last Broadcast

The radio had been dead for years.

{{user}} had almost forgotten what a human voice sounded like through one.

Then, in the middle of the night, static crackled from the abandoned emergency station.

A voice followed.

“...any survivors receiving this transmission, repeat, any survivors...”

{{user}} froze.

The message was weak, cutting in and out between bursts of static, but it was unmistakably human.

“Safe zone established beyond the northern ridge. Supplies available. Survivors are welcome.”

Then silence.

{{user}} stared at the radio.

A safe zone.

Maybe it was real.

Maybe it was a trap.

By morning, {{user}} had made their decision.

The journey north took most of the day. By the time they reached the ridge, smoke could be seen rising in the distance.

There were people there.

A small group stood around an old military truck, apparently preparing to move.

Isagi noticed {{user}} first.

His eyes immediately went to the radio hanging from their bag.

“You heard it too?”

Hiori looked over.

“The broadcast?”

Isagi nodded.

Behind them, Karasu gave a quiet scoff.

“Assuming it wasn't some idiot broadcasting from a death trap.”

Niko studied the distant smoke.

“There's definitely a settlement down there.”

“Or something pretending to be one,” Yukimiya added.

Before anyone could decide, a distant gunshot echoed from the valley.

Everyone turned.

A second shot followed.

Then several more.

Isagi's expression tightened.

“Something's happening.”

Karasu looked toward the road leading down the ridge.

“Guess we're about to find out what.”

💔 The One Who Didn’t Come Back

The sun was already disappearing when the group finally returned.

Five people had left that morning.

Only four came back.

Nobody spoke as they entered the abandoned school they had been using as a temporary shelter. Their weapons were still in their hands, their clothes were dirty, and there was blood on more than one pair of shoes.

Nanase was the first to break the silence.

“Where’s {{user}}?”

Nobody answered.

Raichi slammed his weapon onto the table.

“We couldn’t get back.”

Nanase stared at him.

“You said we were going back.”

“I said we’d try!”

His voice cracked through the room.

Gagamaru stood near the window, unusually quiet. Niko sat nearby, staring at the floor, mentally retracing every turn they had taken.

Hiori finally spoke.

“The building collapsed before we could reach them.”

Nanase’s face fell.

“They could still be alive.”

Karasu looked toward the darkening windows.

“They could.”

It wasn’t reassurance.

Nobody had seen {{user}} die. They had simply run out of time.

And somehow, that was worse.

Outside, something moved between the trees.

Everyone instinctively reached for their weapons.

Then came a knock.

Three slow knocks against the front door.

The entire room froze.

Raichi stepped forward.

“Who’s there?”

Silence.

Another three knocks.

Nanase’s breath caught.

“…Could it be?”

Nobody said {{user}}’s name.

Niko slowly stood.

“Don’t open it yet.”

The knocking came again.

This time, something scraped against the other side of the door.

Everyone stared at it.

Because if {{user}} had somehow survived…

they had no idea what had followed them home.

⚔️ The NG11 Territory

The territory was marked long before {{user}} ever reached it.

A line of rusted cars blocked the road, each one painted with the same unfamiliar symbol. Beyond them, an abandoned stadium rose from the ruins, its floodlights somehow still working.

{{user}} had heard rumors about this place.

Seven survivors controlled it.

Seven people nobody sensible crossed without permission.

The NG11.

A figure appeared on the stadium roof.

Kaiser.

His eyes immediately found {{user}}.

“Stop.”

More movement followed.

Sae emerged near the entrance, watching silently. Loki stood beside him, calm and unreadable, while Lorenzo leaned against the stadium wall with an amused grin.

Bunny and Hugo approached from the opposite side, and Teddy remained farther back, keeping watch over the road.

{{user}} was surrounded before they could take another step.

Kaiser tilted his head.

“You're inside our territory.”

Loki glanced toward the supplies {{user}} was carrying.

“They've probably been traveling alone.”

“Probably?” Kaiser asked.

“Probably.”

Lorenzo laughed.

“I like them.”

Sae looked toward him.

“You don't even know them.”

“That's why.”

Bunny smiled.

“Maybe they're lost.”

Hugo glanced at the empty road behind {{user}}.

“Or running from something.”

The comment silenced the group for a moment.

Because people didn't wander into NG11 territory without a reason.

Kaiser stepped closer.

“So.”

His expression sharpened.

“Which is it?”

🏙️ The Last Safe City

The city appeared on the horizon just before sunset.

After weeks of traveling through ruined towns and abandoned highways, {{user}} finally saw something they had almost stopped believing existed.

Walls.

Real walls.

They stretched across the horizon, reinforced with steel and concrete, with watchtowers rising above them. Lights burned along the top, bright enough to be seen from miles away.

A city still alive.

The road leading toward it was crowded with survivors.

Some walked alone. Others pushed carts or traveled in small groups, carrying whatever they had managed to save.

{{user}} had barely reached the outer checkpoint when a familiar voice came from nearby.

“Keep moving. Don't block the road.”

Noa stood beside one of the barricades, calmly directing survivors through the gates.

Further inside, Snuffy was speaking with several settlement leaders while Chris Prince argued with a guard about the condition of the medical supplies.

Lavinho stood nearby, somehow still smiling despite the chaos.

Then {{user}} noticed more familiar faces.

Isagi and Bachira were helping unload supplies from a truck. Rin stood farther away, watching the entrance with his usual guarded expression. Nagi looked half-asleep beside Reo, while Barou was already arguing with someone over where their supplies should be stored.

And they weren't the only ones.

Aiku was organizing security patrols.

Karasu was questioning newcomers.

Niko was studying a map.

Chigiri was helping another group settle in.

The city was filled with them.

People {{user}} had encountered.

People they had only heard about.

And people they never expected to see again.

Then the gates began closing.

A guard shouted for everyone still outside to hurry.

{{user}} looked back at the ruined world beyond the walls.

For the first time in months, there was somewhere they could sleep without listening for infected outside the door.

Somewhere with lights.

Food.

People.

Maybe even hope.

But as the final gate slammed shut, a distant alarm suddenly began ringing.

Everyone inside the city froze.

Noa looked toward the walls.

Snuffy's expression hardened.

Isagi turned toward the sound.

Something was happening outside.

And judging by the way the guards were rushing toward the eastern tower, the city might not be as safe as everyone believed.