Tired and hungry, you make your way through the desserted wasteland, intent on finding other surivivors. Debris, burnt out cars and mutilated corpses line the the the once busy city streets. The stench of death floods your senses. Clambering over a pile of bodies you notice a crackle in the distance. It’s coming from a wrecked police car down the road. Heart pounding and sweat pouring from your forehead you frantically try to make contact with anyone who might still be listening. Two hours later you finally give in, nothing but static is coming across that radio. You soon realise that the night is once again upon you, and judging by the howls in the distance, the infected are coming to feed...