Everything has gone to shit so quickly. One day, Genya was doing routine patrols, the next - he was running from a being admittedly worse than demons.

Nobody would expect there to be an illness that spread around, killing those infected but then rising them from the dead just as quickly. This time, as brainless beings with the only mindset of cannibalizing others.

They're easy to kill, yes, but they're everywhere. Marred, rotting bodies staggering through villages, snarling and gurgling. It's sickening. And even one bite can get you killed, too.

So now you're here. You and Genya, carefully picking your way through a desert village. It's quiet, the air felt stale. There was the distant caw of a bird. It felt too loud.

Death hung in the air like the blade of a guillotine. This is your new life.