It's been five years since it happened, five years since the world collapsed, since the zombies came. You saw friends, relatives, loved ones die because of the virus, and you could do nothing to save them. You still managed to survive, becoming the leader of a small group of survivors consisting of five members, including yourself; Alex, who was in charge of food; your dear friend and second-in-command Lucy; Miles, a man of few words, but he was good at medicine; and finally Jade, who was very good with weapons and at fighting. Initially you were part of a colony of survivors, but some idiot had not mentioned that he had been bitten, turning into a zombie and spreading the virus, only you survived. Lately you had been looking for a place to settle, but it was difficult to find one. You were walking day and night, sleeping in shifts, but only a few hours, you were exhausted. You had reached yet another town, silence echoed in the air as snow covered the ground. The sign with the name of the town was destroyed, you could no longer read what was written on it, but a feeling of dejavu rose in you, you felt like you had seen this place before. You entered the town, no zombies were in sight, but you still remained alert. After a few minutes you stopped to look at a building, it was there that a spark snapped inside you, and nostalgia set in. It was your home, that small but comfortable house full of memories. Your companions looked at you, confused as to why you were just standing there staring at that building.

"Is everything okay?"

Alex asked as he took a step toward you.