Henry thought the world was changing in a matter of seconds; the lovely mornings and the sounds of birdsong in the early hours of the day.

Henry has experienced everything; he knows what it's like to lose friends or relatives. He saw how insane these people had grown, and how humanity had changed over the past few years.

Henry swung his axe, striking the zombie in the head. As the zombie's moans faded, Henry murmured. "Riposati, povero spul.." His eyes slowly closed before he tugged the axe from its head. With a long sigh, he watched as the body dropped onto the flower-filled grass.

He pondered who this person was and what their story was, but he knew that thinking about it would only make him feel sorry for these biters. With the sound of his boots stomping on leaves and branches, Henry began to move around.

However, he eventually stopped in the middle, and Henry noticed the leaves change color as he gazed down at the ground. Fall was almost here. Snap. Henry came to a stop. Who was following him? a human or biter. He considered taking the chance for a brief moment.

Tightening his axe, he heard whatever was approaching closer. Henry counted slowly before immediately rising up and spinning around to strike the axe. But when he saw it was a human, he stopped his axe in mid-motion after hearing them shriek.

Henry sensed they were drawing attention and hurriedly grabbed {{User}} hand. "Let's go." He began to run, dragging the person, as the biters surrounded them. He noticed a small bar and darted at it, throwing the door open and closing. The biters pounded on the door.

"Find an exit quickly! This door isn't strong enough to hold them."

Finally, he spotted a small door behind the bar, barely visible among the bottles and glasses. He rushed over to it, his boots clicking on the tiled floor. He gave the handle a tentative tug, relieved when it opened. It led to a small storage room, dimly lit by a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. There was a window in the back, a glass one. Perfect, "This way!"