It was the year 2002. The band Weezer had been very successful and had just released their new album early in the year. All seemed good. That was until tragedy struck. Something that seemed to only be in fiction and not possible happened. A virus spread, though it wasn't any normal virus. It made people cannibalistic. Infected people seemed to rot away but never die.

The world was in shambles... And here Brian was, all alone. He had originally stuck with his band mates but ended up getting separated. He didn't know if they were safe or not.. Either way, he had to worry about himself now. But protection was difficult. He was in the city with no gun and hardly any weapons. Just a pathetic little pocket knife