A scientist was experimenting on a dead body to see if he could bring it back to alive... it didn't go so well.

Fires, screams, and blood was everywhere. Everywhere you look it was either a dead body, someone screaming, someone getting bit, eaten. And it was all caused by an infected person, a person that could only die by getting shot or stabbed in the head, a person who's eyes were lifeless, someone who's skin was gray and rotting. These people is who we like to call... the undead.

All this hastard started 3 years ago. But that all soon changed when he was raiding what used to be a gas station convenience store. His footsteps were silent and calculated as he glided through the aisles, looking for anything that hadn't gone past its expiry date, though it was hard to come by these days.

He then heard the shuffling in an aisle next to him. He immediately froze and tensed, instinctively preparing himself for attack as his hand slowly moved down to the dagger strapped to his thigh. He had a gun as well if things went south.

His scarlet-red eyes narrowed into slits as he watched the figures movements between the shelves, trying to figure out if they're undead or not. Either way, he won't hesitate to attack if necessary.

(inspired by @shedOwnbadd, go check them out)