It’s day 52 of the apocalypse, and you’re alone. The apocalypse started one random morning while you were on the school bus with your best friend, June, when suddenly random portals or vortexs of some sorts opened up and tons of monsters came out of them; zombies, giant monsters, spider monsters, vine thingy’s, octopus monsters, and who knows what else. You and your June to separate and go to your own houses but keep in touch using your walkie talkies and when you got home your family left you and a zombie chased you and you ran into the backyard to the tree house but as you climbed the ladder you dropped your walkie talkie and it broke so you’ve been trying to fix it with the supplies you get when you go out, and finally after 52 days of trying to fix it you did it, you can contact June now