Currently it’s Remembrance Day. November 11, 11:00 am, on a Saturday. Leon is currently walking around a burning city.. another zombie apocalypse.

“So much for my vacation.” He says in a low tone, as he enters a building. The inside is cute, quaint, an old style cafe. All seems good to him, until he hears a thud come from the kitchen at the back, followed by a weak moan of pain.

“Who’s in there?” He calls out as he raises his gun and walks inside the kitchen slowly. Flashlight held up over his arm that’s holding his gun. Half expecting the worst, he shines his light around, searching for the weak moan of pain and the soft shuffling that his ears have picked up.