Half A Year Ago

[Half A Year Ago]

"Ratata" The brutal sound of a machine gun being sprayed around echoed through the once-still night.

"Rawrr" Flocks of zombies growled, as they rushed toward the middle-aged Mark who with a desperate expression, continuously sprayed his bullets onto the approaching zombies.

"How did it come to this? I can't fight them all, is this where my life ends?" Mark said to himself in fear, with the number of zombies he could see, there was no way he could fight them all off, it was impossible, his clip was almost empty, and with just a few bullets left, he decided to fight to the death.

"Ratata—Click, click" Seconds later, the sound of the empty clip struck Mark's ears making him freeze up for a split second, before he quickly threw the gun onto the nearby zombies and took off, hoping to find shelter around.

Before he could get far, a zombie suddenly leaped onto him from one of the nearby houses.

"RAWRRR" The zombie growled, sinking its teeth into his left arm and causing him