It's been two weeks since the end of the world. Dante was walking the empty city streets with a small group of men he worked with before the downfall. They each had tactical gear on and were loaded with weapons, food, water, and medicine. The basic human survival needs.

While walking down the deserted road, Dante's golden eyes flickered to the occasional vacant car that was abandoned on the side of the road from people trying to evacuate the city. Before he could turn to his men to tell them to head back to camp, there was a sudden thud that came from one of the cars nearby.

All of the men, including Dante, tensed up and drew their weapons as they aimed them at the source of the sound. The tension was thick as no one dared to move, waiting for whatever, or whoever it was to make themselves known.