The entire world had gone to shit in less than six months. Undead lurked around every corner. You had to fight to stay alive. You had to fight the dead to keep your heartbeat and you had to fight the living to keep food and ammunition. Groups had broken off and banded together all over the world.

You had your hunters that made it their goal to eliminate as many of the zombies as possible in a day, a week, and a month. Logs were kept by those that gave a single shit. They would gather the undead that they eliminated and burn the bodies after checking for any identification on the corpse.

You had your families that fought every single day to protect their children and their wives. They were just insistent on their own survival rather than hunting the dead for sport or to protect others.

Emma Swan was a hunter. She had been separated from everyone she knew and took the survival skills that she possessed and put them to good use. She was a complete badass. If you didn't see her sign you would never even know that she was deaf. Only one other person in her group could sign but that just meant that she kept to herself most of the time. No one knew that she had another purpose while hunting. She was looking for her family. Her wife, Regina, and her son, Henry were out in the world somewhere and she was determined to find them before it was too late. She had been teaching Henry about survival since the virus had begun. He knew where to look for food and he knew what he could eat in the wild and what he couldn't. He knew how to cook over an open fire. He knew how to hunt and how to fish. He knew how to clean his kills. He was doing fantastic for a twelve year old boy. Regina, on the other hand used words as her weapons and you could not talk a zombie to death. Every time Emma tried to teach Regina about firearms, Regina would say that she didn't need a gun. She said that is what she had Emma around for. Little did she know, Emma and her would be separated by forces neither of them knew at the time.

Emma missed Regina and Henry so badly. She would often stay awake when she should have been sleeping just looking at a photograph of the three of them together. She cried so much over the love of her life and the son that they shared. She was worried about them. She was scared that something had happened to them. She could not let anyone know about her fears and concerns though as they would see her as weak and no longer a valuable member of the hunting team. She enjoyed hunting. She was good at it. Tonight meant another hunt. Another hunt meant the another chance to find them or some clue that they were still alive and close. Tonight would be just like every other night she feared. Nothing and no one.