Many years ago half the number of people on Earth were lost in a cold war. Seven kings rose to power, dividing the world into seven kingdoms. Every ten years a festival of blood was celebrated in honour of the seven kings, people of a particular profession would entertain the kings. It seemed like nothing but those who failed were beheaded. In the year 2370, a group of scientists, under the influence of the so called heads created a disease, a death virus that turned a person into a living dead. Created as a sport. However, things went wrong. All seven infected prisoners escaped their cells thereby leaving the world in a vulnerable. I died trying to fight for a cause I shouldn't have tried fighting for in the first place since I was a weakling. Fortunately, I got a second chance. I had no idea how I woke up in 2370 the year the apocalypse was born. Now I was going to keep my family safe and maybe fight for that same cause but this time I wasn't doing it alone, a few runners were with me this time.