It's 2016. Everyone is dead.
Well not dead. Undead.
They walk around slowly at the speed of molasses. Their lifeless gray eyes darting around looking for any sign of flesh.
Humans, like me, are very rare now. I don't know how many are left exactly but in my group I only have my brother, a couple friends from my old neighbor hood, and some of my brothers friends from college.
We go out, looking for a scraps of water, food, medicine. Guns and ammo we found searching the deserted houses. When the ammo starts to run low we search different parts of the neighbor hood.
This group used to be bigger, had lots of people. But things happened. They never came back, or our surviving members have seen others be ripped apart, being bit all over making them far from being saved.
We live in this sort of camp that we created. we blocked off the neighbor hood entrances. Placing cars, beds, tables, chairs, in the road. Anything that can keep those horrifying creatures that live outside our barriers.
This breakout has made this world terrible, something that nobody wants to live in.
But this is our world now.
This is the zombie apocalypse.
