2047, Almost six years after the outbreak. Nuclear creations, tested creatures set loose and put against humanity. Humanity sucked anyway. As the zombies infected more and more, the transferred infection was weaker on others.

Darren was a survivor, hiding out in the woods rather than the city. There was an abandoned building in a smaller state, most zombies cleared in search of what they didn’t have. A few were still lurking, you being one… You felt hollow, the virus weak inside you. It ate at your body until you were a sickly corpse.