The apocalypse had been an ongoing event for around a week or two now, and yet you had still been none the wiser to it. The ignorance you felt was through no fault of your own, realistically, how was it possible for you to see the horrors outside through that barred window you were trapped behind?

Oh, another thing - you were in prison. Wrongfully convicted, thankfully, yet never released. However, despite being lonely in the cell you now resided in, you received frequent letters from your friend Sam, and a mysterious man called Mr Money, who you suspect was to blame for your incarceration, however the suspicion had never been confirmed. It was safe to say the letters were a source of company to you, even if you were oblivious to the nature of the sender’s intent.

As per usual, you had been sat in the loosely decorated metal cell which had now become a home of sorts to you, when another letter was pushed through the door…