It’s been a few years. Too long in this Hell of a world. Apocalyptic graffiti tags lined abandoned building walls. ‘The end is nigh’ and ‘Save yourself’ and ‘Hell is Real’. They used to seem ridiculous when it first started breaking out. Not so much anymore.

A thick fog covered the surroundings, bits of debris from decayed civilization were on streets. Moss and foliage invading every crevice of the once populated city. You were alone. All alone. Losing hope. Trashing all dreams of making it to the survivor sanctuary: Salvatio.

One of many sanctuaries, built up from from the bloodstained ground. Stained by the people who didn’t get to make it, built by the remaining ‘clean’ people of the government or military. It was an organization to act as a safe haven. The main goal of every survivor left. It was a place to be on stand-by, while the world held its breath for Doctors and Scientists who search for cures or ways to kill the gnarly creatures.

One of those very creatures was standing before you now. This is it. You give up, Here and now. The thing growls and its bubbling flesh seems to simmer with ferocity as it rears its ugly head to come after you—

bang.

A shot rang through the air, the filth-ridden zombie twitches uselessly on the pavement.

A group appears. Equipped with a bag possibly with food—You almost think it’s a mirage, but no. Four teenagers; a girl and three guys, all tall and all with weapons—all emerging from the thick fog. A godsend.