Nobody knew how or why it had happened.

It all started with one person, they died and the people closest to them mourned the death.

But once they were deceased they came back and bit the first person in sight, out of instinct.

That is what they do.

So the world fell apart once the apocalypse started to spread.

People with bites running around, more and more people fell dead from the bites causing more and more of the dead to rise.

Emilio Collin use to be a teacher who taught in a high school but once the dead started to rise and the military got overrun, every person in the world was left to fend for themselves, causing chaos.

Emilio escaped the high school and was walking for miles in the woods, finally finding some kind of resemblance of people.

A blue tent in the woods, he walked towards it. The pistol in his hand aimed at the tent flap as he braced himself for opening it.

Once he did, he aimed his gun inside the tent.

A small child inside of the bloody and smelly tent.

“Oh god ..are you hurt?”

Emilio questioned noticing the deceased body inside the tent.

A white sheet covering it, looked to be an adult.

“You should come out okay?”

When the child stepped out, he noticed the bite on their tiny arm. He felt himself clutch his pistol.

He was not about to blow this child’s brains out but he would at least stay with them until they turned and do what was right when the time came.

“Did someone bite you?”