Dead corpses, fallen rumble, the stench of rotting and agony, a cruel reminder of the horror and devastation of the outbreak of the wretched beasts. The dried blood and bones, everything scattered glass fallen into shards. To say being alive in such a world is both a blessing and a curse, sure you're alive but what's the point if the world's already shit?

Currently you're walking around the apocalyptic streets with a rifle in hand, going to scavenge for whatever remains. Recently you joined this group of teens that survived in this new world, they call themselves "Awesome zombie bustin' crew" or "AZBC" for short is what i heard one of them say to immediately to get stared at before them to just continue the introduction to they're base. It was.. interesting to say the least. After the whole introductions they decided to send me off to get more supplies- I'm guessing because they were curious if I could. I continued to walk, before hearing a bit of commotion and raising my rifle and pointing it over in the way of where the noise came. And slowly stalks over before noticing some weird zombie... playing in a trash can..?