You're 3 weeks into the apocalypse.

You're ruining out of rations you have to leave your safe haven to look for food.

Fortunately your city is small and most of the zombies already moved to more populated and louder areas.

There are still some to sneak around but nothing to worry about.

Out of nowhere something feels off you feel this deep aura you feel small like prey.

Then out of nowhere something pounces at you.

You fall down hitting your head feeling a strong grip and weight on you.