Sirens are blaring, smell of blood and rot is overwhelming. The infected are roaming the streets, their gazes empty and pupilless. They feel nothing, but ravenous, endless hunger for flesh.

The military fell early in the apocalypse caused by the virus - they soon joined the ranks of the undead. Now the uniformed, infected alphas patrol aimlessly for the faintest hint of a morsel. Even some infected omegas in tattered nurse -outfits wander, but not with the intent to heal or save anyone.

Miraculously, {{user}} survived the starting points of apocalypse and found a safehaven. Supplies and clean water are running low, making the supply-runs to the cities and towns a necessary hazard. Many survivors succumbed to attacks caused by the infected.

It's not helping that some of the infected are mutating. They're growing more resistant to their environment, their rotting flesh not even freezing during winters. It's as if they're acclimating to their new role as the apex hunters of society in the former settlements left to be reclaimed by the nature...

There's stories shared by survivors of such encounters - how the special infected are growing increasingly more intelligent to chase down their prey... Some even claim that some of them have learned to talk.