In a flash it happened. Nighttime turned into day. I rise from this rubble confused and alone. Nothing seems familiar. Rampant silence reigns. This burning snow enshrouds me, despite this bitter wind. This is the winter of our discontent. The streets are littered with the bodies of the decomposing. Violence escalates, mutants all around. Shotgun in my hands, Bruce Campbell come and save me. Running through the ash across the landscape, charred and broken. I need to find some shelter, I cannot die like this. I cannot run faster, they're slowly gaining. I sink to my knees at this pool of condensation. What I see before me makes my blood run cold, visage burned and deformed, I've become one of them.
