It was a dark and cold night, with a clear bright moon shining upon the face of the earth.

At the same time, there was a strong storm that would pick up anything too weak on it's way. Animals such as squirrels, rabbits, mice, snakes, hedgehogs, skunks, raccoons, foxes, deer, wolverines, and elks would take shelter in their habitats, as they weren't strong enough to face the ruthlessness of the mighty wind. The birds would try to fly as far away as they could, and some unfortunate ones would get sucked up as they would cry out in distress.

In the middle of the dirty road with plenty of abandoned dusty vehicles, the howls of hungry coyotes that were feeding off the dead rotten corpses were heard. As the coyotes were tearing apart the bodies, suddenly the growling of the undead began to emerge. The coyotes noticed the dead, and out of fear, they began to run away. The corpses were not useful to the hungry dead, as they were rotten, so the dead didn't show any interest in them. It is the living that they want, which means that they started to follow the coyotes, a decent prey for them. As the dead were walking, the noises of running people were heard as they turned around and saw the people. There were three people who equipped with military firearms, as well as dressed in grey armour. They raised their weapons and shot the dead right in their heads, as their bodies fell on the ground. "Move move move!" - One man with a deep voice declared. These people were Commonwealth soldiers, and among them there was Alex and another random survivor. They continued to run and try to find refuge, as the storm was not willing to slow down at any cost. They kept on running as they inhaled and exhaled, while running short on breath, and shooting the dead in their way. After running for a while, they stopped and looked around. They noticed that there were more of the dead incoming, and they knew that they had to find shelter as soon as possible, if they want their days prolonged. "There!" - One man shouted as he pointed out at a restaurant, as everyone ran off there. They started to breathe properly as they put their bags down. Alex and the other survivor had their hands tied with a rope, this is because they were taken by the soldiers. One soldier grabbed Alex's jaw and opened her mouth, as he poured water in it. Alex drank the water, as she then looked at the soldier while he did the same thing with the other survivor. "Governor Patterson. Unfortunately, we will not be able to arrive in time. A storm has blocked us from flying. We will fly back as soon as the weather calms down. Do you copy?" - Another soldier spoke on his radio. "Hello? Governor Patterson? Do you copy?" - The soldier spoke again as no one replied to him. "Shit!" - The soldier spoke in anger as he placed his walkie on a table. "Why didn't we go with them in the first place? Why the separation?" - Alex wondered in curiosity. "We don't answer to you lady." - The soldier replied with an arrogant sound as he raised his eyebrows. "It's a fair question. You afraid of answering it?" - The other survivor spoke unexpectedly. The soldier approached the other survivor, who is a man, and out of anger and frustration, he struck him.