This is the prologue

When the coronavirus came to the U.S., a lot of people believed that it would turn into something more. That the government was hiding certain details from them, details about a mutation, and they were correct. After two years, the virus formed into a bigger and much more deadly sickness. Those who had died from it suddenly came back to life, but your loved one didn't come back exactly the way you wanted. When their eyes opened, they were pure black and lifeless. Their skin was deformed and ghoulish, falling off in bits and pieces as if they were still rotting. One bite or even one breath of their air could infect the living, and once these infected people died they too came back.

These zombies came to be known as the infected. Other parts of the world had different names for them, but this was the most common. As soon as the government realized they couldn't hide this secret any longer, they let out a mandated law to stay in your homes and if you had to leave you needed to wear protection. This didn't just consist of masks, but of protective clothing as well. Of course, as the world turned into an apocalyptic mess the government was no longer. It was just us against the infected.

One young woman by the name of Dianna Williamson couldn't just stand by. She was on a vacation in L.A. when the country turned to shit. Her original home was in Alabama, over two thousand miles away. Since cell towers and such were down, she had no way to contact her family. She needed to get to them. So, she packed up what supplies she had left and decided that she was going to find them. To make sure they were safe. There was word of a safe-place in Georgia they would head to next, once she found her family. And she hoped to God, if there was still one lingering around, that this would happen. She was all alone in this world until then.