2020, the living have died, and the dead are alive. That is our world, that is humanities world. Full of death, and depression. No laws, no government, and hardly any hope left. I could care less about it all anymore. I've gotten used to it. All I care for is survival, and that's it. I don't care for people, new governments, or the dead. I only care for me. But one day something happened while I was searching for supplies, something... strange.