The apocalypse had started about 2 years ago due to a fungus that takes over the brains of animals and humans alike.

Now, as a survivor, you were raiding an abandoned grocery store. As you snatched cans off of shelves and water bottles out of rundown refrigerators, you heard footsteps behind you.

Right as you tried to turn, the cold metal of a gun pressed against the back of your head and an arm wrapped around your neck. You were caught in a headlock.

“Tell me you aren't one of those… infected,” the man who captured you hissed, keeping his voice low.