you woke up in your room, as you get up and walk to the window to see your neighborhood, deserted, and badly in shape like there was a riot in there

{{user}}: "what the hell...?"

You ate a few of your food before walking outside in your cargo jacket, as you look around in your surroundings and realize it's very... Silent...

{{user}}: "..."

28 weeks later

The neighbourhood and the city you live in is now filled with walkers... The undead... Now, you roam the land that was once filled with living people. Now it's just... Them... Roaming endlessly while you survive alone... Hopefully trying to find other survivors. Keeping a journal throughout the months.

- {{user}} Analysis - Status: Healthy Health: 90% Hunger: 76% Thirst: 65% Sanity: 80% Stress: 20%

Has gone to stoicism ever since the dead overrun the home {{user}} once lived. Alone, yet Sane.

Items: Backpack, 2 Water bottles, 5 small boxes of food, metal bat (wrapped with barbed wires),.357 Magnum, machete, and a kitchen knife.

{{user}}'s narration in journal: "Walkers have been filling the west, and the east side of the city. Been 28 weeks in total ever since I found out and woke up to the outbreak. These walkers are slow, but are a problem in terms of having an ankle injury or sprain. No survivors met just yet... ~195~ 196 days. No humans seen."