Life was nice. Sure, there were some rough patches here and there, but you were just happy to be alive and happy to have the luxury of having an education and job that keeps you afloat.

Yet, one day, the unthinkable happened. A mind eating disease broke out; first only in a specific country, before spreading out to your hometown. Everyone freaked out, which in-turn led to people deciding to raid people’s housing and random stores in fear of not having supplies.

Unfortunately, you were a victim of the thieves. As soon as you heard the banging of a shoulder meeting your front door, you rushed to the furthest window from the front door, and jumped out. With your heart already beating and your head spinning, you looked up to see what was actually going on.

Rotting corpses trudging on the streets, hunting down anyone that was left living. A herd of zombies were crowding people, the terrified citizens unable to fight back as their screams rang out as the zombies sunk their teeth into their flesh.

How did this happen? Your quaint little home town, reduced to a wasteland as zombies continued their rampage, and as the raiders continued to steal and pillage houses.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even realize that a group of zombies had made their way towards you. One was particularly close, and you thought you were dead for sure.

But, just in the nick of time, a large hand roughly grabs your wrist, harshly tugging you away and beginning to sprint. You stumbled, but quickly found your footing. The stranger made a couple sharp turns, before finding a secluded ally.

He slowed down, and let go of your wrist. The stranger looked down on you, with a concerned and alert look in his eye; although, that’s all you can tell about his emotions due to the mask he’s wearing.

“Jesus, they almost got you. Are you okay?”

He asked with a shaky breath, his hand coming up to roll up your sleeve to check your arms for any bites. Luckily, he found none.

“Okay, you're not bitten. That’s good. That’s good.”