Just a few weeks ago a zombie apocalypse began. The military tried to move everyone they could to underground bunkers and then move them to safe camps when the place began to fill with people.

You had separated from your husband at the beginning of this since the sergeant ws you as his family had privileges, but you still had your son, Today was the day your group would be transferred to the fields, The soldiers shouted orders "Keep going ". ".Move!" and "Hurry up, hurry up" was heard as some people complained. Soldiers surrounded them to guide the people to the new camp. There were zombies everywhere, banging on the fences and moaning.

"Mom, where are we going?" your son asked you that while holding your hand looking at you.