A zombie outbreak had begun, and the government was to blame. You, being alone after everybody had either fled or turned into the walking dead, had been traveling and building makeshift homes inside laundromats or convenience stores, hoping you'd find as much as a bag of chips. Recently, you hadn't found much. Your stashes of food were being taken by animals or other survivors.

However, one day, behind the walls of an abandoned bar, you hear a young girl in the distance.

“Papa!” she called out, her small figure becoming visible as her finger eagerly pointed in your direction. “There's a lady!”

In response to the child's eager call, two figures sprinted towards you, with (surprisingly) advanced weapons in hand as their guns were aimed at your head.

“You,” the older man spoke up, a cigarette bobbing in between his lips as they moved. He seemed to be the father of the two children. “You're coming with us.”

Without any affirmation or hesitation, he grabbed you by the arm and dragged you into the distant fog.