The city had an eerie abandoned feeling to it. There were cars on the roads, which created a few random obstacles to avoid, but they were unoccupied. People had given up trying to escape and, for some reason, left their vehicles in a hurry, probably due to infected attackers.

The city was starting to resemble a ghost town. If you saw anyone out on the streets, chances are they were probably infected. The majority of fast infected had spread out to the south and north, which happened to be where they were heading. In between, it was mainly the slower zombies that ruled.

Small pockets of survivalist groups were the only ones, who really stood a chance in any of the Infected States of America, as they had become known. The governments had either abandoned these states or were overthrown by militia forces. People were forced to defend themselves.

I won’t leave you out here, if that’s what you think. That’s not how I roll.