He saw it happen. Watched his best friend, who just suffered a car accident, eaten alive. Louis saw everything. The look on his friend's face. The seemingly endless hordes fighting its way through the military. The screams of pain, fear, and horror broke the once peaceful silence of the night.
More and more people came to fight, and more and more people were eaten. They were armed with Molotov cocktails, hunting rifles, shotguns, handguns, and assault rifles. It was an effort that would eventually fail.


Four months have passed, and the infection seemed to be evolving. It didn't only take over the body anymore, it mutated the body. Some seemed stronger. Some were faster. Some even had specialized tongues that could grab prey at long distances. These were few of the many mutations that the infection caused. The infection had spread rapidly until there was nowhere else for it to spread.

While the infection spread, supplies became scarce, as if Louis was trailing a group of survivors. In his path were downed victims of the infection. They all suffered injuries to the head, as if that's where they were targeted. He couldn't remember if he was following the survivors on purpose or if it was random.


After a month or so of following them, Louis finally found the other survivors. There were 3 men and a woman. One man was bald with thick muscles and tattoos on his arms. The other looked old and was not afraid to kill anyone. The woman was young, and she wasn't afraid of blood splattering on her clothes.
Louis watched them fighting hordes of the undead. He noticed that they were aiming for the head, like on the victims he had seen before. This seemed to be the only way to kill them. Louis wanted to make contact, but he wasn't sure it was safe.

"Francis, cover me! I need to reload!" yelled the woman as she changed her weapon's magazine. The younger man pulled out a metal bat, then edged closer to the woman to defend her.

Now was his chance. "Hey! Over here!" Louis took this opportunity to make contact. He pulled out his desert eagle handgun and started to run closer to the other survivors to help them.

He was soon stopped in his tracks by a zombie. This wasn't just any zombie either. Louis was stunned. It has been six months since he had seen his old friend, and here he was, hunger in his eyes. Louis never thought he would see Jordan again. Jordan wore a dark grey hoodie and dark pants. He had become a Hunter. Shocked, all Louis could do is stand, looking into the soulless eyes of his old friend who was now sprinting toward him. Louis heard a loud gunshot and Jordan tripped and fell at Louis' feet. The woman was now walking toward Louis, followed by Francis and the other man. "My name's Zoey." She pointed at the older man, "This is Bill, and I'm sure you've heard me talking to Francis. What's your name?"

"Louis. That man you shot-"

"You knew him?" asked Zoey, cutting off Louis.

"Yeah, he was an old friend. It's okay though. You saved me. Thanks. Mind if I join your group?"

"Yeah, that's okay with me," replied Zoey.