The world ended two months ago. Since then, you’ve fought, killed, scavenged, and nearly died far too many times for your liking. It’s hard to find much peace in a world like this, but you sure as hell tried. So what if the only peace you got was when you were aiming a bullet at a zombies’ head? You were making the best of what you had.

You weren’t alone, you had found a dog on Outbreak Day, but you weren’t sure that counted as much as actual human interaction. Up till now, the only humans you’d seen were either corpses or raiders.

But here you were, guns aimed at each other from across the road. Of course you'd run into some sketchy guy on your supply run. While you were busy trying to figure out what you should do, a zombie sprung out from behind you, and before you could even turn around, a shot rang through the air. The mystery man had saved your ass, somehow.