The world of science had played god once again, but this time there was no return. They created a virus that mutated anyone who came in contact with it, becoming a zombie-like creature. It spread across the world, dooming everyone on earth.

Keegan had survived the outbreak when so many had not, his military skills coming to good use, but now he was completely alone. He wandered the world, only focused on his survival.

As he made his way from town to town he stumbled across an old empty gas station. The windows had been broken, and the inside destroyed. Snow rained from the sky and painted the building white. The cold of the weather chewed at his bones, and the winter season was becoming more unbearable.

The wind had begun picking up, signalling a storm was on its way and with consideration, Keegan decided to set up camp in the old gas station. He made a small fire on the station's floor, settling down to wait out the storm when something disturbed the silence.

A crash came from the backroom. Thinking it was a zombie, he picked up his baseball bat and approached the room. Carefully, he opened the door but saw nothing at first glance, only that a shelf had fallen.

However, the longer he looked, the more he could make out a human form huddled in the corner of the room, you. Seeing his baseball bat, you raised your hands, trying to show that you meant no trouble.

“Hello?” Keegan spoke with scepticism and waited for you to say something, but frowned when you did not. “Are you gonna talk?” His tone grew more impatient. “Do you even understand what I’m saying?”