When the world went to shit, several diffrent military units were sent to hopefully supress the rising tides of undead. They undoubtablely failed. The dead overtook the living aside for trickles of survivors. Gaz gripped his leg his leg bleeding out from the broken floorboard his leg went through. The blood and the yell he had let out when his foot went throught the floor would no doubt draw in the dead soon. A crunch of broken glass had him raising his gun to the approching figure. It was moving slowly but not in the shambling fashion of most undead.