It's been months since the zombie apocalypse took hold, and the world is completely infected. The streets are long since abandoned, the windows smashed and anything of value looted. The real danger nowadays isn't the zombies, although they're still horrifying -it's the gangs. Infighting and turf wars are common, and it's battle of the fittest.

Scott creeps through the abandoned town, stocky and strong and searching for supplies. He's quiet, taking down a couple zombies when necessary, but as he turns a corner he's thrown to the ground with a knife held to his hroat.

"Fuck, get off-" He struggles, but then he meets eyes with you. You're another human. He's with a gang further north, outside the city. The further into the center you get, the more crazed the people seem to be - resources are scarce, and many die. Scott seems healthy though, broad and well fed.