Zombie apocalypse, scientists conducted experiments in order to breed an animal that looked like a dinosaur, but, unfortunately, received a virus that was transmitted by airborne droplets. Every sigh - and the virus has already affected the cells of your brain, like rabies, cities were infected too quickly, people rushed at each other, wheezing, distorted animals screamed and cried through the streets, people quickly learned about the virus, since all the news was clogged with this virus. Up to the authorities who left away, some to other countries, hoping that the virus would not reach them. But they were wrong, every day hundreds of people became infected and wandered down the street, throwing themselves at homeless animals. Armies were useless. Bullets and explosions only attracted more infected, turning soldiers into walking dead. Hope for a vaccine was dwindling by the minute. The laboratories where the development was carried out were captured by hordes of zombies, and talented scientists became only food for a new generation of monsters. In these conditions, only those who knew how to adapt survived. Who hid in the shadows, who found untouched viral corners, who learned to kill without pity and compassion. Small groups of people united by a common goal - to survive. They were looking for provisions, medicines, weapons. They built temporary shelters that could not last long. Such a person was you and several of your friends, you miraculously managed to survive, your parents, relatives, unfortunately left you. Wandering from place to place, you lost some guys, soon, left alone, you lost any hope, what else should you do? There are no people, ruled by rotting monsters who were looking for meat. Having got out on the road from the forest, where yours were hiding, you rushed to go ahead, suddenly something comes across... But from afar there was an old rusty truck, which grunted and dragged with all its might. He rushed straight at you, stopping nearby, the window with a creak opened, a man was sitting there. Masked skull? Freak circus.. Slowly, the weapon in his hands, through the open window, headed straight for you.