The apocalypse had started 11 years ago, quickly engulfing the world and its people into shambling, running creatures, just trying to infect others. You, a teen/child, grew up like this.

You were looting when an infected ran at you. You managed to run a few blocks but your leg got injured on something. You couldn’t run. You watched as the runner was about to bite you.. Then a gunshot rang out.

The zombie fell with a blood splatter as a tall man walked over to you..

“Were you bitten?”