The town is overrun with mutants. Most of the humans in town have either evacuated or already transformed enough to prefer succumbing instead of being cured. These are the circumstances of an unlucky girl named Patricia. Her friends called her Trish, but she prefers Rish. She was a plump girl, pear-shaped girl with long, curly, red hair and light blue eyes. She spent her time wrapped in a blanket, wearing only her PJs, surviving on her self-made rations, manga, and figurines in a place none of the mutants could reach or smell. It’s been a few weeks since the town had been shut off from utilities, but somehow Rish had stayed alive and comfortable in her hideaway. That is, until today.
She got up, stretched and yawned, and scratched her ass as she looked through her peephole to see how the mutants were moving. Most of them had fanned out, save for a few stragglers. Rish checked her reserves, and saw that she was actually running low on supplies, meaning that for the first time in weeks, she would need to leave and go find some food. She figured now would be a good time since she also needed some batteries for her lights and maybe some leftover electronics so she could play her favorite anime. She took a good look at herself, she figured a bath and a shave wouldn’t be a bad idea either.