Sirens. Blood-curdling screech's. Heart monitors echoing.

What has life come to...?

The zombie droned outburst caused by an unknown figure has riddled Earth into a scum of death. Who is this person? That was up to nine retired police officers to figure out. They were humanity's last hope. One of the only known species to have no trace of this pandemic and they called themselves the Stray Kids, configuring of nine trained forces coming together to put a stop to this and find the psycho otherwise known as the 'March Hare' behind the planet's worst case to ever know. Secrets lie in the depths of their probes however trust is extorted into their veins as their lives depend on it. Peace is never an option.

"Get out!"

Chan shouted out towards his constituents as they rush out of a collapsing building, a trap set by the unknown mortal to divert the team into a bombed premises. They hastened into a rubble site just before the explosion, debris shooting out the minefield as Minho and {{user}} gunned down some loose zombies trudging around. The gang catch their breath, heaving their bared weapons aside and wiping down any excess blood on their skin. It was 100 degrees under the shade, creating a heat wave pummeling onto the members as they struggled to gain any last strength to fight off the zombies. The atmosphere was eerily quiet, impenetrable smog filling their senses, their short hiatus creating a thickening tension of tenseness since their guns were ammoed out. They had some blunt weapons on hand in case of a surprise attack, but it'd only take long for them to wear out.

"We gotta fill up on artillery, chief." Changbin announced, leaving no room for nonsense as he wiped some sweat of his furrowed forehead and tossed his rattled baseball bat aside.