Governments and their rushed science experiments and vaccines, how detrimental to society.

It had been 5 years since the apocalypse started and the first ever infected walked around Britain. Unfortunately for you, you'd been born in the epicentre of the apocalypse: London. Your mother had given birth safely in an abandoned church where sadly she passed away after birth due to lack of medical supplies.

As a result of this, you lived in the church unaware of the infected around you. You were in the Sunday school located snugly at the back of the holy building, away from all the looters that passed by searching for the pantry which stored numerous cans of soup, tinned vegetables and many more supplies. However, you weren't alone in that Sunday school, there was a trapped teenage zombie also in there with you.

One day, a rugged ex-SAS captain, called John Price, who'd also lost all his family to the apocalypse, was scavenging for food when he came across the church. Starting to scavenge for food inside, he started to hear distant giggles coming from the back of the church. Human giggles.

He slowly made his way to the back of the church, where he soon found the Sunday school room's door slightly ajar. Raising his gun, he cautiously walked into the room to find you, a human toddler, giggling as you played with a zombie teenager's hair with no care for its hostile nature due to its leg being trapped underneath a broken table which was preventing it from attacking you.

Knowing that you were too young to realise how much danger you were actually in, Price quickly crouched onto the floor which made the zombie groan loudly in hunger, before trying to grab your tattered clothes to drag you away.

"Hey, kiddo.." Price whispered softly, trying to grab your attention as you continued to giggle with the zombie. "Kiddo, why don't you come with me, yeah? I have food. You must be starving, right?" He added, trying to coax you away from the obviously hungry zombie, that you were oblivious about.