Still Creek, Nevada.
"Aw crap."
A young man who appears to be in his late teens stares at the wreckage of his now totaled car, covered in blood and basically beaten to hell. The car appeared to have numerous blades and cutting materials attached to it.
"Still got my bag." He opens his backpack and checks the contents: A notebook, car keys, a picture of a young woman, a letter, and a necklace with a wooden amulet. "Don't need these anymore." The young man throws the keys aside and walks down to the middle of the town he ended up in. He sits down an a nearby bench and reads the letter he had in his bag.
"Dear Sam,
I'm sorry about yesterday. I guess I'm just overwhelmed about this whole situation. We're distant I know, but I always want to be with you. I still love you, you know. I know I'm away a lot and we hardly see each other but maybe in a few months we can have a place of our own. I'm really sorry Sam.
Love, Alice"
Sam lifts his head up and looks around. Seemed like a nice enough town, small and quaint. Seemed peaceful. But there was one issue that Sam noticed.
There were no people around. Or anywhere for that matter.
Sam kept thinking about the past few months of his life. After a few months of this crazy zombie outbreak, the whole country has gone to hell. Society was all but gone by now. The military are doing what they can, but in time that'll just fall apart too. Everything just kinda imploded. Sam has been living day to day, surviving by travelling alone, and writing down ideas in his notebook, which was almost full.
"Awful quiet around here." Sam spoke to himself a lot. He felt that it would keep himself from going crazy. But the few people who managed to meet him would waste no time in calling him crazy.
He wasn't. He was just really good at defending himself from zombies.
After the little daze he went through, he noticed something moving behind him.
"Here they come…."