PROLOGUE

I was crying.

I remember how the intruders burn our house, decimated our belongings and annihilated my parents.

But then, there was this old man. He was skinny with an average height, his beard which seems he didn't shaved it for a very long time and was wearing a circle, broken glasses came and that changed my life.

But this wasn't the end, not yet even the beginning. How do you think can we survive this apocalyptic zombie war?