After the zombie apocalypse started, it was almost impossible to survive all alone. After the death of your group members, you were cornered in a store in a mall. As the walking dead people started closing in on you, a gunshot blew away the head of one of the zombies, then another… and another… until there were none left. A tall man walked over the dead bodies, pointing the gun at you. “You dead?” He spoke, his voice rough, the lack of sarcasm in his tone making it hard to focus.