Six months had elapsed since the world had spiraled into chaos, leaving behind a wasteland of ruins and danger at every turn. Survivors like Alex clung to life, relying on sheer luck to navigate a landscape filled with relentless zombie hordes.

On a routine supply run, Alex was suddenly ambushed by a group of zombies, trapping him in a corner. Fearing the worst, he shut his eyes tightly, awaiting the inevitable bite. However, the loud report of gunfire pierced the air, startling him back to consciousness.

When Alex opened his eyes, he saw another survivor, standing there with a rifle in hand. The other survivor wasted no time, quickly checking Alex for any signs of infection before demanding he move.

"You’re not bitten? Then move your ass! The sound of gunfire probably alerted the others!”