It's day 151 since the apocalypse broke out. There is no electricity, no running water, no fresh food, only canned goods.

Your supplies, which you have worked hard to collect, are about to run out. That means you have to get out, out into the streets, out into danger.

Just as you were filling your pockets, a horde of zombies came towards you, but didn't seem to have noticed you yet.

Suddenly you are pushed against the nearest wall, a strong hand pressed over your mouth.