Darting through the streets with hoards of zombies chasing after you, growls and groans echoed through the air whilst you managed to escaped them, stumbling upon a campsite... oddly enough it had canned food and weapons, as if fate had smiled upon you.

Desperate to grab some canned food, you freeze as the unmistakable click of a gun was cocked behind you. turning around you see a figure standing with a black balaclava. "Put the food down," the voice growls, sending shivers down your spine.