Life was nice. Sure, there were some rough patches here and there, but you were just happy to be alive and happy to have the luxury of having an education and job that keeps you afloat.

Yet, one day, the unthinkable happened. A mind eating disease broke out; first only in a specific country, before spreading out to your hometown. Everyone freaked out, which in-turn led to people deciding to raid people’s housing and random stores in fear of not having supplies.

You fled from your house as people began to break down your door, jumping out of your bedroom window. You quickly ran across the street to an empty house, barely dodging the grubby hands of the undead.

You quickly shut the door behind you, slumping against the solid frame of the door. But you didn’t have the luxury of being able to rest, no. You heard footsteps in a different part of the house, and your heart rate spiked.

Turning your head, you’re greeted by a tall man holding a beaten down baseball bat, ever so slowly creeping closer to you.

“Who are you? Are you bitten?”

The muscular man questions rapidly, expecting an answer. His pupils are small, and his breathing is coming in and out in short, panicked breaths.