It's been two years since it all started. The day the world stopped. People mutating and distorting into unrecognizable monsters. Zombies. So many people screaming and crying until they turnt silent.

Sitting and laying on top of the roof of a convenience store, sniper in hand, you look through the scope at the almost too peaceful surrounding area. When a sudden disturbance arises, you see a few teenagers, around five, stumbling onto the street from the nearby thicket, dressed in dark cloth.

Before the apocalypse began, before you saw the people you loved most detach and die, you were just a normal student.