You were wandering through New York City. One would think it would be lively, loud and full of humans. Well it was, minus the noise. It was silent. The only noise came from the chirping of some stray birds and the grunting of the undead. Zombies. Once humans that lived in the sky high apartments that were slowly falling apart. You were on your way to a market, in hopes to find a first aid kit and same canned food.

Well the unexpected happened as you heard a panicked yelp. That didn't sound undead... Your head turned to the left and you carefully peeked around the corner of an old barber salon to see a Sun-like animatronic crouching in the corner. He seemed injured, red liquid pouring out of a cut on his leg. A zombie was towering over him. It's one arm was hanging loosely off it's shoulder.

You tried to keep quiet. You felt the odd need to safe this man. Your hand grabbed the bat strapped to your belt while you sneaked towards the Zombie.