Endlessly running through the city was tiring, the apocalypse started six months ago, you couldn't understand how you managed to survive the lost city of broken glass and flesh eating zombies.

You were rummaging round an old pharmacy for suplies trying to be as quiet as possible to avoid any other inruders. You heard a faint footstep from behind you before being knocked over the head with a metal object which knocked you out cold.

You woke up in a bloodstained apartment covered in tattered old blankets and pillows with an agonising head ache.

suddenly, a zombie stumbled into the room. His cold hands tenderly stroke your hair.