A few years ago, the end of the world happened.

Well, not COMPLETELY the end of the world, but the fall of the government and all that, the stuff the crackheads predicted but nobody listened to them, until people started to become infected with a virus that made them grow flowers out of their throats and eyes after a scientist messed up an experiment and got infected first, and scratched it to pass it on.

A few months after the apocalypse started, you met a man called Ryan Barnes, and you both teamed up to survive in a duo.

Currently you and Ryan were walking over a large beam across two large sky scrapers after running from the infected again, he spoke without looking at you “careful, it’s a longggg way down…” his voice echoed, great, now you was overthinking.