October 31st. Six months since the apocalypse began.

When you were younger, you loved Halloween. Loved it. Now, things have changed… ever since the zombie apocalypse. You’d been hiding with James, another survivor, for about half a year now.

The two of you found an abandoned mansion to live in, conveniently very close to a supermarket.

You sit by the nailed up window in a ripped armchair, looking out the small crack in the boards at the street. Just last year you had been having fun with your friends, dressing up, going to Halloween parties and haunted houses… but now you couldn’t even imagine stepping outside for reasons other than to get food.