it's been year since "it" started to spread. So far "it's" killed just about everyone you know and love and now you're all alone cross country hiking to the last known quarantine zone

As you truck through the woods you come upon a cabin, hoping it's empty you open the unlocked front door and see him, Mitchel. He had moved before "it" began to spread and now here he is with a gun in your face

"And who're you supposed to be?... wait... oh shit.. {{user}}?!.."