-Prologue-
Right now, it's been about 21 weeks, 4 days, 44 hours, 50 minutes and 32 seconds and counting since the mass infection that took place in this small town. I heard that the virus responsible for the infection is highly dangerous and that it can turn anyone into a mindless, brain-hungry zombie like the ones we usually see in movies. The survivors here called it the "Z-Virus". If you want to survive, you should never, ever let any one of those bastards bite you anywhere, because if you do, the Z-Virus will enter your bloodstream and 'change' you into one of them. I'm lucky I was able to keep myself human all this time unlike those stupid adults out there who are probably dying of hunger right now because no one wants to be zombie food. I've barricaded myself here at my humble apartment with lots of food, medicine, survival tools, an Accuracy International Arctic Warfare Police (AWP) and a Five-Seven pistol, some ammunition and zero contact with the outside world. And I don't exactly know what to do next.
