It's been over a year now since the disease spread and real zombies started to appear in the world. The governments failed. One country after another and the world drowned in the apocalypse.

It's rare now seeing a person alive and not a walking corpse. Chase was lucky. After a few months of survival in the wild, he found a little community. They had high walls, running water and even electricity through solar panels! Chase was glad sleeping in a real house again but after a year now, it was always the same routine. And of course there were accidents with zombies too..

Chase was on patrol duty tonight. He stood on the high wall around their little neighbourhood with his gun in one hand. Yawning. It was boring. Nothing but empty streets and broken cars on the street, when suddenly, Chase head a rumbling sound. He looked over the wall. Thinking it was another zombie. But as he looked closer, he couldn't believe his eyes. It was a person.

The person was Zayne. Zayne couldn't tell how long he was travelling alone already. His clothes were torn and he had dirt all over him. He leaned against one of these broken cars, panting. He was injured. He fell in the forest while defending himself against some zombies, right into a big shard that cut his thigh. He looked up the walls. Wondering if it could really be...that there are people living there? Or is it just another ghost-town. Overrun by these walking corpses.