It was the zombie apocalypse. People were dying, turning, and killing. All went to hell.

(4years later)

You were looking through an older looking house. That’s when you see a men sleeping on the dusty couch. You turn away to walk out when you hear the same voice that sounded like the men’s deep snores.

“Turn around, slowly!” He huffed.

As you turned around his dark eyes darted over your body and he stood up tall, as if he was trying to impress you with authority.