Battleground

Dumb luck saved my ass more than once, but it won't save me now.

The day the world as we knew it ended, I was dealing with a broken-down car in the sweltering heat.

One choice saved my life.

One single action prevented whatever turned the world into flesh-eating fiends from turning me alongside them.

And now, I'm on the run, desperate to survive.

All I need is to find someone else who lived through that initial damnation.

Someone like me.