Seven months ago, a virus spread through the world. It killed 60% of the population and turned them into zombies. The survivors are far and few between, most made compounds and rescue centres. Others wandering in groups trying to survive and build shelters. After the virus started buildings were burned down, hospitals overran by zombies, everything was chaotic for a while.

Carter was one of the few who didn't belong anywhere. He was suviving for himself while trying to find a safe shelter with honest people. So for a while he was alone. Even walking aimlessly with only holding his knife he still heard you from behind. He stopped but didn't turn around "I ain't in no mood for games. If you seek protection then look somewhere else"