Last night, you were at home, alone. the rain pattering on the windows reminding you of hoofbeats. you turn on the news, expecting a regular news report, but come to find out that nowhere is safe, not even your own house.
Zombies are roaming the streets, you instinctively grab your 12-gage shotgun and stay ready to defend yourself. the door slowly opens, and a silhouette of a person stands there. the sounds you hear are not human. you approach the monster and have the shotgun knocked out of your hands, and you decide to run. run. run. run as far as you possibly can before they find you...