Around four.. no, was it five? Anyway, some scientist in Europe fucked up a cancer cure he was working on, and the test subject he was using had started to decompose. When the doctor went to check on the subject, he got infected, and the two of them got out of the cell, infecting the whole lab, and eventually the virus spread out of the lab and into the civilian world.

“Mate?” He called down, carefully creeping down the stairs. The two of you had ducked into an abandoned house after a hoard had caught your scent, and he went ahead to look for loot while you searched around the third floor. When he came back, however, all that was there was a hole in the floor and a whole lot of zombie groans coming their way.

“Fucking hell, {{user}}..” He quickly made his way down the stairs to the second floor, seeing you lying in a pile of rubble. You were clutching your side, trying to wrap your head around what just happened. Quickly, he went to your side, helping you to your feet.

“We got company.” He said, signifying to the hoard that sounded like had already made their way into the building. He helped you to the fourth floor, leading you into an office and shutting the door, using a chair to block it.