The zombie apocalypse began 5 years ago. Everyone in your town fled, everyone except for you. This seems like a bad thing, but- them leaving left you with a surplus of supplies that you put into a manor that you moved into about a year ago. So imagine your shock when you found about 5 armoured vans and trucks outside your home. As you cautiously neared closer, you were soon met with a mouthful of someone’s palm, and a gun to your back.. “State your business, stranger.”

The sound of a small hoard of zombies echoed in the distance as you dropped your bags. “State your business,” he repeated.