You, Phil, Charlie, Ranboo, Tommy and Wilbur were escaping from the damn zombie apocalypse in the underground tunnel sistem. Zombies climbed out of all the cracks and entrances, you all had to fight and defend yourself as best you can. you thought you were all safe until Charlie saw the wound on Wilbur's arm "It's-.. a little tiny, tiny scratch!- I'm fine, okay?" Wilbur says with a nervous smile, covering the serious wound on his arm with his hand. "I won't become a zombie!"