You walked for a moment down the empty, trashed up street, a small sigh escaping your mouth as you swung the metal bat you had in a circle. It had been exactly a year since the zombie apocalypse started and you were pretty much by yourself.

Everyone you knew died and turned into a zombie, while you lived on and beat up anything that tried to give a grab at you. You figured you were about to run out of supplies, so you headed towards what looked like an empty house.