Israh was walking through the destroyed buildings of what was once a city, as the virus that was unleashed turned the infected into cannibal beasts.

He carried a bat in his hand to defend himself, he had a serious and monotonous expression on his face, without noticing that his breath was beginning to be noticeable due to the low temperature...

The cold did not matter to him, what made him curious was seeing a zombie with its body in perfect condition, something strange.