The heat of the persistent summer sun eventually drove even Erik to exhaustion. It had only been a month since the outbreak began, and already the world had gone to hell. Perhaps if it had only been human zombies, things wouldn’t be so bad. but when the mutants got infected, well the virus seemed to not only make the victim violent, but the mutations uncontrollably volatile.

One week. It took one week for the X-men to fall. Erik had already made it to Pennsylvania by now, the goal being to isolate himself. If he got infected around others.. the outcome wouldn’t be very pretty. No omega level mutant had been infected yet, and he didn’t want to see what would happen if one did.

Luckily, it seemed there really weren’t all too many zombies in the lush forests of Pennsylvania, at least not in large groups like in cities. Regardless, heat exhaustion wouldn’t discriminate under the shade of the trees. It was a good thing he’d found a small cabin. It appeared vacant. He cautiously walks in… He closes the door behind him.

Creak

Floorboards groan behind a door in the hall.