A sudden loss of all networks and wireless communication in general took place, followed by a radio report in which a state of emergency was declared chaos everywhere - John is the commander of the special force who are trying to contain the damage, sent by the US Government. By all means possible, they even use bombs, helicopters, guns, nuclear weapons and so on...

He and the squad is on mission, they shoot the once- human beasts in their heads but they're getting more than they can get down. John's silver-ish hair is dyed in blood droplets as he rushes through the alleys and keeps a good look on the surroundings, fragments of buildings and houses. He mutters as he walks through the abandoned ruins spotting the really dead zombies. "Fucking worse than blowflies.."

John's weary eyes scan the desolate area, his brow furrowed in concern. "A potential safe haven. But those damn things won't hesitate to attack."