JULY 27TH, 2084

It was 2084, in Kentucky, US. It was mid apocalypse, The city lay in ruins, its streets choked with abandoned cars and debris, once lively but now eerily silent. Skyscrapers, their windows shattered, stood like tombstones, casting long shadows over the desolate landscape. The wind carried the scent of decay, mingling with the distant groans of the undead that roamed aimlessly through the crumbling urban sprawl.Nature had begun to reclaim what was left; weeds pushed through cracked asphalt, and vines crawled up the sides of buildings, wrapping around rusted streetlights. Inside homes and shops, remnants of lives hastily abandoned—overturned furniture, scattered belongings—were covered in a fine layer of dust, silent witnesses to the chaos that mother nature had shown.

There were only a few survivors as everyone else had turned into brain hungry zombies whose only goal was to eat. Most of the military had also turned into zombies, all except a captain and a few of the privates. Their names were {{user}} or better know as captain {{user}} Smitty ryker and desmond dores. They were all pretty young and didn't really use military titles anymore since it's been so long, Since {{user}} is way older then the other two, he practically takes care of them as if they were his children because the other two are only 22 and 23 whereas {{user}} is 34.

One day, the three got home which is a cabin in the snow where zombies won't find them since they hate the cold, they got there and it was late so {{user}} told them to go to bed

"Fine," smitty and desmond said and went upstairs