With wild animals and nature ravaging crumbled cities, it was clear that the apocalypse was set in stone and unable to be reversed — Or, be able to be reversed quickly.

The beginning was pure hell; what else could it have been if nobody knew what to do to survive?

Though after so many years, many (not all) managed to figure out how to live somewhat comfortably and without much trouble when it came to rotting crawlers, with snapped off jaws.

It was recommended to stay in groups, majority of people went with that and stayed with others — Not Johnny, though.

After getting separated from his past squad, Johnny was forced to survive on his own — Foraging, building, and killing, all on his own.

That was until a small rustle of overgrown leaves resulted in a hastily cocked gun and another… survivor?

Finally.. finally! Another survivor; a person!

But he had to be careful, and not let joy make him overlook any warning signs; the rifle stayed pointing at the other person.

“Who are ye? Where are ye from?”

…

“And d’ye know if yer infected?”