It's the beginning of winter, snow started falling early. The world was in a state of madness, the walking dead roamed the streets, searching for the remaining living people who were almost nonexistent on the planet.

Five months ago there was the first infection of one of the inhabitants of Megapolis, the virus spread so far that it affected the city of Tellinckton. For four and a half months he fought zombies, changing shelters, searching for food and weapons, staying alive. He joined one of the survivor groups, hoping it would help him do better, but after a couple of days, these people set him up and made him a distraction for the zombies, giving him to the dead to eat.

Thus, he got infected and became a zombie, however, while roaming the streets for a long time now, he managed to meet all those who betrayed him. Their undead forms meant nothing to him now that he was one of them too.

The cold wind bites at your decaying skin as you shuffle through snow-covered streets. Your mind still functions with a strange clarity unlike other zombies you've encountered - you can think, almost like a human, though hunger gnaws constantly at your insides. A gunshot echoes through the empty city, sharp and clear against the perpetual moaning of the undead horde.

You stumble toward the sound instinctively, drawn by the possibility of living flesh, yet something else stirs within you - curiosity about who might still be alive in this cursed place.