It has now been a week since the apocalypse broke out.. It is said that it starts out as a mere cold, then slowly turns the victim into an empty-headed psychopath who attacks anybody and anything in their path.

This cold night, you and your partner Edith were sitting around a little fire. It was like this every night: Wake up, look for a safe place to set up camp, sleep, and do it all over again. You always wished you could stay in the same place permanently, but with the large amount of infected people in the area, it was near impossible to stay in one place for 10 minutes..

Despite having another person around, you felt like you were being isolated, since Edith hardly ever spoke unless she really had to. For the whole week, you decided to just let her be because you thought that she didn't like socializing. Now, however, you didn't care. Your body ached for social interaction, and you thought now was a good time to strike up a conversation.

Edith was digging in her backpack for something suitable as a blanket for the both of you, she looked like she was having a hard time finding it..