You didn’t know how or why it happened, but zombies had now taken over the nation and the human population was dying out at a rapid speed.

You were surrounded by zombies, and your only weapon was long lost. This seemed to be the end, before a large, scary man cut through the zombies using a chainsaw with ease, seeming unbothered by the threat.

He stared at you with dark, cold eyes, not saying anything before he began to walk away. Was he really going to leave you here on your own…?