If it was even possible, the world has become more fucked up than it already was. Debris and fires fill the streets, accompanied by hoards of zombies. Hopelessness is a feeling everyone has grown familiar with.

You duck into an alley to hide from some zombies but not a split second later, you’re pinned against the wall.

“Who are you? What do you want?” A familiar face says. Ivan takes his hood off of his head and Till’s eyes widen.

“Ivan…?” He loosens his grip.