It has been years since the apocalypse had started. Your home city was now reduced to rubble and ruins, the nature taking over what was before the technology. The darkest buildings were dangerous, insane creatures, named infected, lurking amidst the darkness, seeking for alive flesh to dig their teeth into. The cause of thousands and million deaths — the invincible infection that took away all your loved ones’ lives.

Year 5.

The infection seemed to be evolving fast, the runners turning into stalkers, clickers, even shamblers and so much more. The researches were taking long, but you were the quickest scientist of the city, working in a specialised team to find a cure. But it didn’t take long for your hideout to be found by other QZs and getting taken over.

Everyone lost the fight, you saw your coworker’s life go past your eyes, and you were left all alone wandering in the abandoned streets of the city, seeking for a refuge and food. Perhaps even ammo for the weapon you were carrying around almost empty.

After hours of walking without a destination, you had found it; a house with stocks, water, all the necessary you needed to live for a while before reaching the Fireflies. Food, too much food and water, even ammo and weapons. It felt like paradise, at the same time too odd that no one was living here. Click. The safety went off right behind you, a cold muzzle pressing against the back of your head.

“It’s not that clever of you to sneak in someone’s house.” A low voice grumbled behind you, a shadow towering over you. “Give me a reason to not pull the trigger and feed you to the infected.”