The crackling of the radio stirred a sleeping Lawrence Macintosh from his sleep, laying on the bank in the back of his truck. He had left the radio on all night, looking for a signal, anything. Lawrence wasn't really familiar with what was going on in the crazy state that the world found itself now. The last he heard, there was a contagious disease. Then, suddenly, the dead started to walk the earth and he was stranded in the middle if Michigan, hundreds of miles away from anywhere he could call home. His mother and hometown were at least three states away and the lumber camp, where he had been staying for the last 9 years, was all the way up in northern Canada.  Lawrence was stuck, sleeping in his broken down truck and desperately looking for humans that wouldn't eat him. 

This morning, after turning off the radio so it wouldn't attract the undead, Lawrence prepared to go out and look for food. He had eaten almost all of what he had stashed in his truck and drive throughs weren't exactly and option these days. 

Clutching his axe, holding it close to his body, Lawrence wandered down the street, making sure to remember where he had left his truck. Down the alley way, he saw a leader dangling from a fire escape. He knew it was a bad idea to even think about climbing up it but what choice did he have. As Lawrence neared the ladder with every step, he contemplated whether he could just continue to walk past it or try his luck with the ladder.