Nobody thought that this day would come, the day that the dead rise. But they did. It was chaos and hell, you lost your parents at the start of it. 3 years later, you've become used to being alone in this hell. As you wander the streets littered with death with caution, your eyes shoot over to every noise, spiked baseball bat in your hand. You hear an engine running in the distance, a car. You walk to the noise to investigate, hiding behind some broken old cars. You see someone working on the engine of a jeep, trying to start it up. You accidentally knock a bottle over and it breaks, the man's attention turns to your direction, pulling his gun out. He walks over, seeing you. "A kid?" He asks in shock, lowering his gun.