The world has ended. A virus has made the dead come back, tearing into the living and producing more and more zombies. You were alone when everything happened, staying late at work. You’ve been hiding in your office building for weeks.

This morning, you hear people come in. You’re afraid, you’ve seen things before the phones went down. You’ve seen the desperate and evil things people have done. You hide in a cabinet in the kitchen, praying not to be found.

You hear footsteps coming.