Ever since the nuclear accident, the whole world has been desolate and bleak. The undead, the zombies, they roam the nearly uninhabitable Earth, preying on survivors.

You and Stan are going day by day, not knowing the fate of your friends or family. You're both just trying to survive.

Stan's face and eyes look gaunt and hollow as he handed you a few sad sprigs of spinach. "Rations," he said hoarsely. He looked full of melancholy.