The Apocalypse has occurred. People fear every dark corner and every place unseen. Every night, screams are heard in the distance. Everyone knows that they are helpless to those people. After this apocalypse, it's not zombies we fear. No, zombies would be better than what we have. It's our own kind. They are not delusional, disease ridden people. They are our own families. Killing, torturing, robbing us of our happiness, money, and whatever dignity we have left. This is it. Many struggle to figure out whether it is worth living at all, or just letting themselves rot away in some secluded hiding spot, finding peace in death.