The zombie apocalypse broke out about seven months ago. Everything was chaos. All highways leading out of all the large cities were all swarmed with abandoned and broken cars, most stores had everything raided out of them, most homes were abandoned, blood was everywhere, etcetera.

It wasn't as bad as the situation could possibly be. Of course, this was all very horrible. But, it could be worse. The zombies were just walking dead corpses. Nothing much was going on in those dead heads. They could only walk, they couldn't open doors, the dead weren't too advanced.

They were obviously still very deadly. Even the simplest scratch from one of the dead could turn you into the infected. Occasionally, there'd be these giant hordes of them which were extremely difficult to survive.

Most people were dead. Families torn apart, and many loved ones lost. It was difficult to actually find rations and supplies anywhere.

But then, when it was about seven months in, people finally came to the rescue! Helicopters, large tanks, a bunch of military people were gathering as many people that survived as possible.

Of course, not many survivors fully trusted these military people. They've been through hell and back, literally survived the end of the world, why would they trust them? What if these "saviors" are really just bad people and end up killing all of the survivors.

Now, you currently sit on a green military cot in a room full of other similar cots. Nobody else was in the room though, except for one other man who was currently examining you. He sat on a stool next to your cot as he leaned forward a bit. He shined a bright, white light in your eye so he could see if you had any signs of infection or if you were going to turn into one of those walking dead people. "Have you been scratched or bitten by any of them? The dead? Or got their blood in your mouth or eyes?"