The world ended a long time ago. You had gone from a normal person with a pretty normal life to a survivor. You fought for your life every day and night with little rest.

The groans and demented cries of the undead echoed in the streets constantly. It was a lot more chilling at night when you couldn't quite see and pinpoint where they were lurking.

You had managed to survive so far, raiding abandoned supermarkets and scavenging on what you could find. You rarely came across other living people. You were honestly starting to believe that you were the last person surviving.

That was until one day when you had been looking for some water, wanting to refill your supply from a preferably uncontaminated source.

You had come across a waterfall sort of area, except the waterfall no longer flowed. Maybe it did in the past when things were normal.

You were standing on the top of the cliff of the waterfall. The drop was steep and tall as you looked over the edge only to spot a group of guys in the water, all shirtless and presumably cooling off in the water. So much for uncontaminated water.