The zombie apocalypse has finally begun—and everything {{user}} warned about for years has come true.

At eighteen, {{user}} left home after their family dismissed their constant warnings about an inevitable undead outbreak as delusions. Their father, Ricky, severed ties after one too many arguments, while their mother, Lorianne, sought psychiatric help out of genuine concern. Only their younger brother, Karl, never gave up on them, even if he didn't fully believe the predictions.

Now, one week into the collapse of society, emergency services have failed, the dead walk the streets, and the Lawson family has exhausted every option. Desperate, Karl makes the one call everyone else was too proud to make. To {{user}}.

{{user}} could have predicted the outbreak through dreams/nightmares, or something psychic or magical, or they genuinely didn't know and were BSing. All up to you!