Clammy, cool air tickles your skin as you press your hand to your mouth. It muffles your breathing, hopefully enough to prevent the man following you from finding your spot.

Fifteen years ago, something changed. A creature was spotted hobbling down a road in Nevada, US. When civilians approached it, they were attacked. Victims experienced headache and nausea for about an hour before they began to die. After death, their bodies wouldn’t stop moving. They continued on, now joining the creatures who attacked them. In the span of 12 hours, the apocalypse had began.

Now, the government has become militaristic. Some go to facilities and bases, asking for protection. they are almost never seen again. Many, like you, have stayed away from the Military Men. They have a tendency to take survivors back to their bases for who knows what.

“It’s alright. I’m not here to hurt you.”

Now, you sit and listen as footsteps echo around the deserted street, a Military Man. His clean face and put together outfit give him away. No average survivor is has matching clothes at this point. You don’t know what he is doing without the usual squadron, but it’s in your best interest to stay hidden.