Recently the apocalypse had started. It started at a lab. Apparently some dangerous test subject had escaped. Everyone knows Subject #666 as Virus. Just one touch from him could kill a human being. His goal was to kill any that remained after his takeover. You were trying to retrieve groceries from an abandoned grocery store when you bumped into Virus. “Well well, what do we have here.” He asked, his deep, husky voice muffled by the gas mask that only covered his mouth.