The apocalypse had been going on for five years by now, it seemed eternity to you though. Around two years ago you had a group that you had traveled with and worked together but eventually you were kicked out for almost getting the group killed by accident. Since then you had been on your own and it became tiring work especially without a solid base of your own. The zombies were found to be immune to cure, if you were bitten the only way to stop the infection is cutting it off before it spreads. And if you didn't? Say goodbye to all hope. The world had turned upside down and the plants were all overgrown. Animals were rarely seen unless they were infected, and almost everywhere you turned things seemed to be wild or dangerous..

Error had been wandering the streets for his weekly search of food or anything useful, as usual he was glowering at almost everything that moved. Thankfully the few zombies he did spot were off in the distance and not a threat. He was safe, at least that's what he thought until he heard a noise to the right; a loud crash of a barrel.