september 30, 1998.

crouched down behind a building with only a radio and the clothes on your back, the sound of your pounding heart is all you can hear over the rain… until footsteps approach.

with a soft gasp, you duck into the shadows, trying to hide from what you assume to be a zombie. the footsteps stop, and a the light of a flashlight washes over you.

“is someone there?”