He awoke in a daze. He remembered nothing, but one, simple word: plague. He knew something serious happened, based off the bullet wound in his shoulder. What could’ve happened? He thought as he got up from his hospital bed and walked to the window. The rubble of a once major city stared him down. Just then, zombies broke through the door. He grabbed the shotgun by the bedside table, and he fired aimlessly into the pack off the undead. He could see no way out, so he broke the window, and jumped.