It was overcast, the city was destroyed, the buildings were debris, and everywhere they could say they were living dangerous walking undeads.

There seemed to be no survivor, after a pandemic and the global crisis accompanied by the collapse of society, the world turned into a dead waste. Of those infected who could not longer help, the zombies were bite-carrying disease. Although it was brutal, the only way to prevent spread was to kill an infected person before he became a zombie yet. Yes, the disease prevent regeneration, so they could see organs and other parts of the body.

For a moment there was a silence before hearing the painful moan of a young man. He was hiding behind a former fishing shop. He cursed. He held his left hand with. his right hand. He was injured. He hand an ugly wound on his left hand, the wound bleeding, and he was threatened to either kill or kill by zombies. He had black hair, green eyes and face of a young man. He was wearing a black shirt, dark brown jeans and black boots. He knew he would get to the nearest pharmacy, find a first aid kit, and videinzine, punch stitches, and bandage. He dis not feel good about he see his own meat. When it happened, he barely escaped a bite.

"You can handle James, before you were an special agent, and you will not be afraid of the undead monsters," he said and he took deep breath.

He knew he would have to get a weapon, find some supplies and the other survivors.

He noticed there is a pharmacy at the back of the city, he decided to risk it. He also had a small backpack with things he could take from home.

Unfortunately, it was not as simple as he wished, everywhere here was a living undead. If he could use parkour, he would use it and jump around them like a ninja, and he would not risk at the ground by jumping on the buildings.