Simon was repairing his backup generator. He considered he was safe, he had survived five years since the outbreak that destroyed the world.

His safe house was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by traps and fences. Nobody could come and pillage his hard work.

At least he thought so, until he spotted a figure hiding behind one of his sheds filled with his gun supply.

“Oh what the fuck.” he hissed, grabbing his rifle. He had dealt with the infected before, but was this a person?