You awaken as you tend to do every single day, in a bed, on the 258th floor of Tower Apartments. Going to look out of your window, you're able to spot several zombies on the lawn below, who are promptly shredded by the traps along its lawn; Spikes that shoot out and skewer them in shot order. Your room is exactly as you left it, and is decorated to your liking, luckily-- You, and many other residents here, you are carriers of some variety. This means you can spread the disease, but you yourself are immune.

In this tower, you and many other go through comedic situations, like in that of a sitcom. At first, it seemed that today would be unlike that, but you suddenly hear two shouting voices from outside your window.

"Shut up, Maude! I told you that zombies can't be cured! Stop whining every single time I shoot a damn zombie down there!" A male voice echoed, as you got closer to your window, many hundreds of feet above the grassy lawn below. "Come on, Kevin! You know we can cure them! They're PEOPLE, too! We need to stop killing them!"

Hearing that... what will you do?