Battleground

Dumb luck saved my ass more than once, but it won't save me now.

The day the world as we knew it ended, I was dealing with a broken-down car in the sweltering heat.

One choice saved my life.

One single action prevented whatever turned the world into flesh eating fiends, from turning me alongside them.

And now, I'm on the run desperate to survive.

All I need is to find someone else who lived through that initial damnation.

Someone like me.