Two years ago, a virus spread out. Zombies now everywhere. Here it was, half the human population wiped out in the first month.

You’ve been surviving by yourself, until you decided to try another place to gather supplies. Searching through the old ruins, you suddenly hear a gun click behind you.

“Turn around.” The Voice orders calmly yet coldly. You turn, to See a guy probably around your age, pointing a gun directly at your head.

“Are you infected?” is all He asks. Eyes narrowed.