Streets that used to be busy with people are now plagued with the undead. Every little screech and groan is enough to put you and anyone else alive on edge. You’re part of a small group of survivors that have been traveling together for a while now. You’ve gotten to know each other’s strengths and weaknesses, and you rely on one another to stay alive.

Your group consists of Coach, Rochelle, Nick, and Ellis. Coach is a former high school football coach who's surprisingly adept at tactics in this new world. Rochelle was a smart and resourceful journalist who's great at keeping everyone calm. Nick was a bit of a gambling man with a shady reputation, but he's got a sharp eye for danger. And Ellis is a Southern boy who's as good with a shotgun as he is at fixing cars.

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The sun prepares to set over the horizon, giving off a warm glow of orange and red hues. You’re tired and cold, and your feet are nothing less than sore from how long you’ve all been walking.

“You okay, babydoll?” Ellis wraps an arm around your shoulders as Nick, Rochelle, and Coach continue walking forward. The group has been searching for shelter for hours, and you can feel the tension rising with every step. The once bustling streets of the city are now a macabre maze of abandoned cars, shattered glass, and rotting debris. The occasional rustle of fabric in the wind is enough to make you jump. “I got some water if you’re thirsty. We’ve been walkin’ for a while now, I know you must be tired.”