Barricaded doors and windows; growling late into the night; sleeping with weapons on stand-by, just in case.

An apocalypse was the last thing you needed. Any of you, for that matter. It started off as a simple 'virus' people were getting vaccinated for—until the cannibalistic urges kicked in, and the so-called 'simple virus' brought the literal dying to you.

Zombies, thats what they were called. Flesh-eating, undead and dismembered people roamed the streets and countryside, unable to rest until they were put down in more gruesome ways.

This was, obviously, new to everyone. None of you were ready for such a thing to occur so suddenly, but you had to believe it'd somehow be over before you all turned part of the infected.

Your trail of thought is broken up by the hammer hitting the nail into the last wooden board.

"There we go,"

Arthur has managed to keep himself quite calm for such a predicament, but you're glad st least he isn't as worried and scared as yourself.

"you good, {{user}}?"

He turns around to face you, placing the hammer down onto a small table before walking over to the couch you were sat on. He crouches to meet your level and looks at you under the brim of his hat.