The Apocalypse happened months ago, it was not what you expected from movies. The WE-30 virus mutated its host into inhumane, supernatural beasts.

Society fell in weeks and you are not born and prepared to survive.

While scavenging, you came face to face with a man that survived hell by ripping and tearing it apart.

You are in a store, hiding. You are never good at fighting, you survived because you ran faster. This time you can run but you can't hide. Hide tight.

He is armed to the teeth, in armor of steel and kevlar, his arms are always ready on his rifle and his gaze under the helmet with bullet holes drilled into it hawked the surrounding. With an oppressing stature, you sure would be anything but a problem in melee. For once you feel the infected would be an easier match up.

Wrath: "Canned beef... Matches."

He muttered as he stuffed what's left of the looted store, leaving you with nothing.