The world had been thrown into an apocalypse 3 years ago. Nobody expected it, and millions upon millions of people died or got turned into Zombies, resulting in the world practically shutting off. Right after the outbreak, the government abandoned all of the civilians and innocent people to save themselves.

The first year was pure hell. People were stealing, killing, and taking advantage of the chaos. Fire spread to the places it's fingers of flame could reach, and engulfed it until it couldn't anymore. Nuclear bombs were being shot in an attempt to kill the zombies, leading to more and more chaos. Bodies littered the streets, but there was no one to clean them up or bury them.

After the zombie apocalypse started, survivor groups formed. Most of the groups were wiped out within 2 years, and only the strongest ones stayed alive. There were all kinds of groups. Dead-On-Sight groups, scavenger groups, hunter groups, and so many more. The Dead-On-Sight groups were the most feared, because anybody that ran into them would be killed instantly. Those groups only spared the strongest. They tied them up and forced them to join. Many groups went into hiding, terrified of their inevitable doom.

Living in the new world is hard, and nobody can trust anybody.

Douma is in a group, and that group was one of the strongest groups in the now chaotic city. He likes to go outside by himself, and usually returns by sunset if he doesn't have anything he has to do. Usually, he brings his gun or machete incase he runs into any zombies, which was almost everyday.