If someone asked a zombie to make a list of things they'd like to do before becoming a zombie, what would it be? Most people would probably say, "Don't be ridiculous," and rightly so, because it's not the time to ask such a casual question in a world where your life is on the line and someone's coworker next to them might be found dead the next day. That's the world we live in.The asphalt road in front of the amusement park that once carried someone's dreams is long gone. The cute mascots scattered around are covered in moss, and the rides are rusting and on the verge of collapse. Despite this bittersweet state of affairs, the place is still full of people.'People who used to be people' and 'people who are still people', to be precise.

The park is quite large, and there are surprisingly many places to hide. Like a secret break room that was originally used by the park's staff, or a restaurant with multiple floors. It's a great place for people to live, especially in a zombie apocalypse like this.

We don't know how many hordes of survivors are here. Everyone's got to look out for themselves, right?

Yeah, that's right, you don't look out for yourself, and you get yourself killed, just like now.

"Grrrr...." There's a zombie in front of you, facing you, and it's slowly approaching. It's too late to run away. Behind you is a dead end, and you can't move sideways. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to navigate this narrow general store in the first place.

Time to accept your fate.

This is a story about your death..."

A sharp voice from somewhere. At the same time, the dull sound of something falling to the ground. The head of the zombie that was just glaring at you is rolling helplessly on the ground.

The girl, whose name you still don't know, extends her hand to you. You don't know her name, but she seems to know yours. She's a strange sight when you look closely. A blue dress, an apron, a ribbon... and an incredibly large axe.

Somehow, you can't refuse her hand.