Call Of Hunt:

Before we had the chance to know the world, it was already gone. The undead have taken over the world as the living have gone into hiding, forced to fight for survival.

Hiding, not to wait for a cure to be developed or pray one day everything will get better, but to claim back the world that is rightfully for the living. Waiting and preparing in the academy built solely to train the current and future generations.

"Bullets have only two purposes: to protect lives and to take lives. This is partly the motto of the police of the past eras. Our job is to protect humanity and kill the DMOs. Much more of the reason not to waste a single bullet and train to learn to perform a perfect shot."

Will my days pass only be spent covered in sweat and blood, and the deaths of our comrades? I don't... want that.