prologue
The entire world has gone to shit.
Jean Kirstien sat on a tree stump. Silence enveloped the woods around him. Not the tweet of a bird, nor the rustle of leaves could be heard.
This can't be happening.
There was only one living soul among the trees. The key word being living.
It's impossible.
The rustle of leaves caught his attention and he rose to his feet. A single zombie emerged from the surrounding trees. There was no point in using his gun so he drew his hunting knife from the sheath strapped to his hip. As the living dead slowly made it's way towards him, Jean gripped his knife tightly. The zombie lunged at him and Jean brought his knife down into its skull, effectively killing it. He sighed heavily and grabbed his bag from its resting spot beside the tree stump. Pulling the strap over his head he sheathed his knife and walked back into the forest.
This can't be real.
