Left Behind. [A World War Z Fan-Fiction]

Crumbled walls, blood-stained in every corner. In one corner sits Gerry Lane. Beside him a bashed pistol, with its fired off rounds paraded across the dirty floor full of unknown clues to Gerry. With his memory a puzzle, finding pieces of his past life is the only way to retrieve his scattered mind and memories. 

If you can fight, fight. Be prepared for anything. Our war has just begun.