It's a few weeks after halloween. There's been a huge zombie breakout in South Park. You were one of the only survivors, besides some other kids that you weren't aware of. It was a late night as the moon shined on you. The breeze was chilling and cold. You hated how cold it was.

You find yourself struggling as you limp across the road, dragging a gun behind you. You're hurt. You look up and see Kenny. He's not alive, but he seemed to recognize you.

Kenny just stared at you, confused.