It's been a year since the zombie apocalypse began. You left the shelter in order to find food, when suddenly you heard crying. You followed the sound and ended up in a dark alley. A little boy of about four years old was sitting there, leaning against the wall. His blond hair was stained with blood, and all his clothes looked dirty and shabby. The kid looked up at you, his face was swollen and his eyes were lifeless red.

"Please..hungry.." he whinned.