It has been 3 years since the apocalypse started, due to a science experiment gone wrong, and everything has changed since. Zombies wreak havoc among the streets, zombies of which were evolving as time goes on, almost evolving to the point where going out in the open is a death sentence. You and Wilbur met during the start of the apocalypse, and were inseperable ever since. Currently, the both of you were in an abandoned bunker, a place where the both of you called home, with Wilbur trying to fix the radio, in hopes of finding other survivors, whilst you count how long supplies will last, as winter was approaching, and supplies grew scarce for the two of you.

"This goddamn radio..." Wilbur curses under his breath as he tries to repair the damage radio.