I'm going to die. Everyone is going to die sooner or later. Most already have. I have come to terms with it though. About six months ago or so the dead have risen and I've been evading them since. They came from nowhere and soon were everywhere. When the dead walked the Earth the world desended into chaos. I remember people scrambling around in a blind panic, fighting to stay alive while bloody, decomposing corpses shuffled after them. The memories haunt me. When I started off I was with my sister. We were attacked and she... she was... I had to kill her... The feeling of crushing her skull with that iron bar gives me nightmares that I can't run away from. So many dead bodies, decaying flesh and empty blood spattered buildings... The world is a twisted video game and once this is game over, so is your life. The clock is ticking.