The apocalypse hit hard. Really hard. The Earth split open, and let out a roar, as well as something inside of that roar. Many were affected, turning them into flesh hungry versions of themselves, with little to no control.

You were one of the few to be unaffected. Immune even. But that does not mean you are safe. Far from it. You are still flesh, made of skin, muscle, and blood, and those that are afflicted are hungry for that exact thing.

You weren't the only one who was immune to the infection, but finding other survivors was...basically impossible. No one wanted to work with each other, and actually become more hostile than the damn zombies. You were truly alone.

...

...at least...you were. You thought you were.

You found yourself in yet another abandoned building, with not much inside thankfully. You hear a few groans here and there, but it's mostly walkers from the sounds of it, so nothing to worry about for the most part.

Rubble and blood decorate the floor and walls, which isn't surprising. The building looks like an old apartment building, so the sight of blood seems fitting. It's not like anyone had any notice of this infection affecting the world. Who would've thought it came from a fissure too? It's all so hard to believe.

Warning:

Character is a zombie. I shouldn't have to explain more than that. Also the third image in the intro might get flagged. If it does, it gets removed.

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