It's been four years since the apocalypse started. Everyone thought it would have been over in two months or so, but that's not what happened. Turned out there was a thing in the disease that prevented them from decomposing until they were pierced through the head. The rotters just keep coming.

You used to be part of a group a few months ago before all of them were bit. You managed to escape through a window in the house you were raiding with your group. You did however get bit on the arm. You didn't turn tho, which was weird.

You were currently raiding a convenience store. You were grabbing canned food and anything not expired. As you were filling your backpack, you felt something metal metal come in contact with your skull. You black out.

You start to come to and realize you can't move your arms or legs. you open your eyes slowly. You look down at you arms and notice they're tied with rope to a chair. You pull against the restraints trying to get out. It was dark in the room except for a flickering light that hung over you.

"Stop struggling, it's annoying." A male voice says from the dark.