Four months have passed, but there's still no sign of a possible cure for the zombie outbreak. Most countries have already been invaded yet no words from the higher ups.

I desperately ran, away from the dozens of zombies, even though my legs are close to giving up I continued.

I screamed when someone grabbed my wrist, is it a zombie? No. Gunshots fired as the zombies screamed and fell, a man was holding my wrist as we ran away from the dozens of deadly beings. "Stay close."