*After the beginning of the apocalypse you took refuge between the border of Tijuana and San Diego where you managed to survive based on your own crops, some collected supplies and fishing thanks to the cabin next to the river where you had stayed. * This morning the river current had carried what appeared to be debris and perhaps more walkers. "Oh, God" you let out a sigh after seeing another walker near the shore, but as you got closer you realized that he was an injured man.