You hunkered down in the abandoned mill for the night, listening to the chaos erupting outside.

The dead roamed the earth, attacking and slaughtering anyone in their paths. You had been lucky to survive the initial outbreak.

You had just begun to drift off when a noise caught your attention. Someone was making their way into the mill through the same loose shutter that you'd used.

You leveled your gun, expecting a zombie, but instead, found yourself eye to eye with a man. A live one.