Pennsylvania, 1975.

The population in Centerville is seven hundred and thirty-eight but soon turns out to fluctuate rapidly as the town finds itself battling a zombie horde as the dead start rising from their graves.

It was nighttime outside. You were running from a small group of zombies that followed you home, so the nearest place was the police station you lived across from.

As you opened the door, Officer Ronnie looked towards you from his desk, raising an eyebrow. “You okay?”