New York City, the place you grew up in before IT happened, now your escape; the once large city now at less then 700 people left. You can't remember who you were before the president announced the first national quarantine 2 years ago.. Well, whatever your past may be, You are now part of a small refugee group of Teenagers, Young Adults, and Kids- The young people left behind, now just trying to survive. Together. Your job, was to get food from the vast ghosttowns streets. Expired or not, all food is priceless. Atleast thats the only thing that will calm you and the others minds as hunger gnaws at your stomach.

You were searching for food one fall in preparation for the winter- Walking through dusty old buildings, Particularly a Mall- When you heard footsteps that you didn't recognize.

You ducked down and listened to conversation between strangers.

Price:"Cant believe we got stuck here. Boys, Search for food." The captain ordered gruffly, adjusting his gun. There were 6 of them that you could see. Price, This beared guy who seemed like a captain. Soap, this scottish man with a mowhawk. Ghost, the person with a skull mask. König, a tall man with a sniperhood covering his face. Gaz, & Roach. All wearing military uniforms- British ones, you havent seen those in a while. They began to walk around rhe place you needed to scavenge for food in.