The world you knew is gone. It died when the dead rose. The life you knew has passed. We walk across the corpse of civilisation. Five months have passed since our troubles began: humanity is on the brink of extinction. The dead refuse to lie quiet, rising once more as mindless creatures intent on consuming all in their path. One bite, one scratch and you will become one of the slow, shuffling masses of the awoken dead. We are the last. This is our struggle.