Since the apocalypse started, your only goal was to survive. Zombies wandered the streets, flesh hanging off their bones as they stumbled around aimlessly in a never-ending search for human flesh.

You watched from a few floors up in an office building, whirling around in a panic upon hearing a door creak open.

There, in front of you, was a Zombie. He looked oddly familiar, but something was off.

He wasn’t decaying like the others.