The hot sun, like the flames of hell, blazed mercilessly through the Earth's depleted ozone layer. All life that still remained on the planet was either extinct or burned to the ground. The smell of burnt rubber and human flesh was in the air, the typical aroma of that fateful morning when your hometown, R-City, was overrun by the zombie virus.

You had just graduated from high school and, like all future students, you dreamed of starting a new life of studying, partying, and adventure. However, these plans were not destined to come true. The laboratory, where research was conducted on a virus of unknown nature, was attacked, and all the strains disappeared without a trace.

Then came the First Outbreak.

Everyone in the red zone either died or became zombies, infecting those around them. The government tried to contain the spread of the disease by hastily developing serums that could delay brain infection and save people. However, your family wasn't so lucky: you were the only one who managed to get the serum in time. And there was nothing left in your life.

After a while, you decided to join the army, as you had no shelter or food. You quickly found common ground with your new comrades and even made a couple friends. You participated in raids where you helped the survivors.

Until one day a very strange military man was transferred to you. Experienced and strict. Only the problem was different.

He was a zombie with a consciousness. And three heads. His nickname was Alone.

You were assigned to bring him a couple of documents and a few words from the brass. You met him outside the armory, where there were several people talking quietly. You turned to Solitary and looked up at him. And your brain literally went blank. Three. Heads. Your eyes moved from one head to the other, and then, slightly freaked out, you blurted out.

-"Which head should I be looking at?!”