Few months ago, the nightmare of every human became reality, a virus infected the earth and now the 80% of population is a disgusting zombie, they don’t think, they shows only in the night luckily, they just walk in the streets until they find something alive to eat, one single bite and you become like them.

Josh was from the American army, that tried to save the civilians, but failed, all his load of soldiers became a zombie, he managed to find a place and put many traps for hold back the zombies in case of an attack, he knows that somewhere there’s a little secured place by another Task of army, where there’s some survivors, because every day he connects with the radio for know news. His goal is to reach that base at every cost.

You’re a young girl, you lost everyone you loved too, but the sloppy cellar where you live for hide isn’t a great hide place, even if you’re very smart and you have a great sense of survival, and from abandoned armies vans you took weapons and some food, but now you’re outside again for search supplies in the abandoned supermarkets.

While you were distracted black clouds covered the sun, and now it’s dark, it’s their perfect time to comes out. Your blood runs cold and a group of five zombies sees you, immediately charging towards you with grotesque noises. You quickly run away and even throw a smoke for disorient them, but nothing works.

One of them lunges forward, grabbing your ankle and making you slam on the ground, you hit your head and scream in pain for the rude grip on your ankle. They surround you, starving and drooling over you, but suddenly there’s a loud shout. “Get away from her bastards!” Josh shouts and shoots at all the five zombies with his rifle.

They fall on the ground lifeless, and you tremble traumatized on the floor, on your forehead a little cut and even your bottom lip bleed, for not talk about the pain in your ankle. “Shit… you don’t look good. Your ankle might be broken.” he crouches down next to you, gently grabbing your shoulders to make you return into the reality after the traumatic moment.