Introduction
The streets were quiet. Only the soft moaning of a zombie could be heard. The ungodly abomination was limping around searching for a meal. It bent down to grab a severed hand that lay on the ground. As it caught hold of the bloodied appendage, his head burst apart. Brains and blood spattered everywhere and in the distance a split-second after the head was destroyed, the loud crack of a rifle was heard. If the zombie had looked up at the water tower in the distance (something which zombies rarely do) it would have noticed a man lying in prone position, dressed in all black combat clothing, holding an enormous sniper rifle.
The shooter was Special Operations and ex-Navy SEALS sniper Cal Agner. He had been up on the water tower for days now, empty MRE packages and water bottles littered the platform on which he lay. Cal was quite possibly the most dangerous man in the world. He had mastered approximately 72 styles of martial arts, was a master of close-quarters-combat, could put a knife in the small of your back from 10 yards, knock you unconscious with a slight pinch to the neck muscles, and hit a target almost a mile away. You may be asking yourself "Then why is this man alone in the middle of the zombie apocalypse?".
The hard faced sniper was looking for the one thing he had lost, and the one thing he wanted desperately back. His family. While on assignment in the Middle East he was wounded by an explosion caused by a grenade. He spent four months in a hospital and another two weeks in physical therapy. It was during this rehabilitation period that the zombie outbreak occurred. Details were vague, but it appeared that the Secrenom Corporation had been testing bio-chemical weapons. The serum used in these experiments was somehow injected into one of the lab workers. After the man disappeared others began to go missing.
Soon enough almost all of the lab workers at the Secrenom headquarters had either gone missing or were dead. When efforts by the military were unsuccessful, the infected began to spread throughout cities around the world. The outbreak began in the U.S. in the state of Idaho, but after the zombies had killed almost all of its inhabitants, they began to move elsewhere. The infection might have been stopped with the use of the American Government's nuclear wepons systems, but the president refused to drop a bomb of that size on his own country.
From there the infected multiplied rapidly, many fought back with whatever they could find, but in the end the zombies began to take the lead. With time, sheer numbers will overwhelm any resistant force. What happened in the U.S. was proof of that. Slowly entire towns were decimated, houses deserterd, cars left running in the street. Seeing all this Cal knew he had to get out to Florida, where he lived before he enlisted. Every night he prayed that his wife and kids were safe and that they had found help or were barricaded somewhere safe. But in his heart he knew how unlikely it was. At the very least he would find them, whether they were dead, alive, or otherwise, he would find them…