"Dead, dead everywhere; walking around, threathning my friends an myself as well.
It has been six long years since the dead no longer remained like that, six long years pf running away, barely sleeping and always scared. The days have turned darker, and the sunlight no longer warms our days.
No one knows how it started, no one knows where it started, but we all know we must keep alive, and stay like that for as long as we can."
The world has become dangerous. A bioquimical experiment has made the unliving able to walk again. Crisis ran over the people, and not many survived. And now all that remains are wastes of the world, destroyed by decay and the wars. But there is a small group who made it, living away from everything, deep in a forest. But they might not last longer, word has reached their ears of danger aproaching, and so they will move on, trying to find someone to help them.
Even if they have an unclear past they must stick together if they are to survive, but the undead are not the only threat.
It all happened so fast. So quick. I didn't even realize what was going on. By the time I did however, it was far too late. They were all gone. All dead. Or, I guess you could say that they are somewhat alive. They're living, after all. They're the living dead. I'm so stupid. I should have be faster, I should have noticed. Oh, but there isn't time now. I've got to go. Fast. Or I'll become one of them.