Life as you know it can end in the blink of an eye. You could be sitting in your living room on a Sunday afternoon with the family watching the baseball game when all of a sudden, the game is stopped, a news report forces itself onto the television and gunshots are echoing through your ears. Sound travels faster than the speed of light, I wonder how fast death travels in a hell hole like this. Project Z went bad, sending a new strand of infection into the civilians enslaved in their day to day schedule. Going to work, coming home, watching tv, getting drunk, and doing the same thing the next day. The population on the planet is down to a low 1 million people still alive on this earth. And we are apart of that count, I don't plan to die, none of us do. We are going to beat Project Z, we are going to survive.