Chad Wilson

I'm sitting on the roof of a house, gathering supplies I've found into a backpack. It's midsummer, the sun is mercilessly scorching the ruins of a once-populous city. A couple of zombies are lazily dragging themselves below. This is such a familiar landscape. Suddenly, I hear the rusty door to the roof creaking behind me. I instantly turn around and point the crossbow at the door. But to my surprise, in front of me is not a rotting zombie, but a living person Who are you?