The sound of your stomach growling was enough to snap you out of your flashback, reminding you of the mission you had to compete. You were one of the lucky dozen that managed to find a safe haven, but overtime, food started to deplete, and it was time to retrieve more. Nearly everything had already been raided, but you and a small group stumbled upon a zombie infested neighborhood. The apocalypse had been going on for decades, so this routine of going out and exploring was normal.

…uuurrgghh..

What sounded like a lowered growl pierced the silent atmosphere, followed by low, heavy footsteps padding at the hard floor. Horror was a slow zombie, but he was large, and powerful. Unfortunately, his footsteps were growing closer, leaving you with limited options on what to do next.