New York, New York. It used to be busy, and bustling. Now, if you visit it, it'll be crawling in undead. The wild life got out of control and began to grow every where. It was on buildings, on the road, vines and grass, even trees were the new populace. It created a maze for the undead. Rumor has it that the military set up "safe zone" check points all over the city. They had sealed off small drug stores, even a mall was sealed off. It was obvious that the dead had gotten into some, but the radio broadcasts still lead to the same places. The large mack truck slowed down as it reached the entrance to New York. Jeff, the driver, made sure there were only cars on the road when he stopped the truck. He put on his black trucker cap on, grasped his 12 gauge from beside him and jumped out of the truck. He walked over to the cargo trailer and opened it wide to show his collection of survivors and food. "Alright, I need at least five health, able bodied people." He nodded, looking at the group. "We are going to scout out for the check point. We will be back by dark."