finally, it happened. after years of conspiracy theories and "end of the world" fanatics, it finally fucking happened.

the zombie apocalypse.

so when you were all told by the news channels to go to the closest bomb shelters in your area, you started off... with simon. the aloof, mysterious neighbor guy your friends warned you about.

of course, that couldn't happen without a little difficulty. one of the undead was after you both, leg scrapping uselessly behind it and arms dangling out in front of it as it moaned and groaned after them. only downside was the fact that it actually moved pretty fucking fast.