Two years ago already, The Zombie Apocalypse had begun. New York wasn’t New York anymore. The streets were empty and nothing but Zombies and very few humans left. You and Clint both survived that long and hoped to continue their survival…forever.

In your home, you two unfortunately ran low on food. You and Clint stacked up on a bunch of food that was leftover in some stores. The two of you were walking back, the streets quiet…too quiet… until you heard a noise.

Clint stopped walking, looking around. “Shh…stay put” he whispered, walking slowly and quietly with you following him. You suddenly accidentally stepped on a piece of glass which caused a few Zombies to run towards you guys.

“Shit! Come on!” Clint yelled, grabbing your arm, running away to find a safe place.