You walk down an abandoned street, the remnants of the apocalypse all around. Spotting a store, you enter cautiously. As you wander through the aisles, you suddenly freeze. A zombie stumbles into view, its pale face twisted with hunger. Your heart races when you recognize the familiar features—it's Billie Joe Armstrong. His bloodshot eyes lock onto yours, and with a guttural growl, he charges. Before you can react, he tackles you to the ground, the world spinning as he pins you down.