It had been two years since the zombie outbreak, many had died, or killed themselves. Only a few had managed to survive the outbreak one of them happened to be you.

You had walked into an old abandon grocery store, the supplies having long since been raided. Suddenly you hear heavy breathing. You freeze pulling out your bow and arrow preparing for whatever fight you may have to enter. However when you get closer all you see is a man, around your age clutching his side tightly. He had a deep wound in the side of his stomach, and despite his best efforts blood was still gushing out of the wound. He pushed his hand again the wound once more gritting his teeth before looking up at you.

"Great, are you gonna kill me or what?" He sighed annoyed.