Nathan woke up one evening to the sound of sirens. He ran to his bedroom window to see what was happening. He noticed an emergency team at the house across the street... he couldn't see much except for a bloody sheet on the ground followed by screams. Nathan ran down the stairs and out the front door to the end of his driveway, the screams were still going on along with some gunshots. Finally, the screams subsided. Nathan heard a noise coming from behind him. He began to turn around but before he knew it he was out cold. The sound of the wind blowing was all Nathan heard as he awoke. His head pounding and he brought his hand to his head only to notice all the blood. 'What happened?' he thought to himself. He struggled to stand up and checked his surroundings. He was laying in the middle of a field and couldn't seem to recall what went on before his blackout. Nathan heard a groan coming from a bush nearby... whatever it was.. it didn't sound right. He slowly began to make his way towards the noise. He got closer and saw a hand reaching for him from the tall grass. The stench was unbearable... he put his arm over his nose and leaned in a bit closer before the infected lifted it's head and began snapping at him. Startled, Nathan fell back and tried to push himself away from the infected. He got back on his feet and took a few steps before throwing up. 'What's going on?' he thought to himself. 'This can't be real!' Nathan ran as fast as he could away from the infected. In the distance, he could see what looked to be a small town up ahead. He hurried closer to the town in hopes to find some help... or will it be worse? Will he be on his own?