Day 00.1

"Yeah, I get that." The man glances out the window, he seems very edgy, "My name's Jake by the way."

The five of you are held up on the top floor apartment of a two-story duplex in the heart of Minneapolis, MN. Jake stands next to a open window nervously smoking a cigarette.

"What are we going to do about Waldo? He's delirious, he's lost a lot of blood..." Jake motions to the dying man laying half way between the kitchen and the dining room.

"You are in deep trouble.. I hope it is your imagination.." Waldo lays mumbling to himself, his lips are coated with his own blood. The sounds of the walking dead can be heard outside. They are crowded in droves around your building. The doors leading into the building and into the apartment have all been boarded up, it seems safe, for now.

"And what about you dude? Your arm looks fucked up.. what if you turn into one... one of them?" Jake finishes his cigarette and tosses it out the window and onto the crowd of walking dead below.