Kovic Steins is twenty eight years old working for a Factory, as a security. He love the job back in the day till the outbreak happened. On the day of the outbreak Kovic was just getting relieved of his post when a something was happening in the factory, a lady came over tell him a disgruntled employee was fighting with another person. She explained the situation as best she could in strict detail. Saying the person looked drunk face had dirt all over it like he has been sleeping outside in a garden, or next to a trash can. Kovic nods to the women, and followed right behind her, till both heard screams coming from the building. All the employees ran out scared out of there minds with blood all over their face. Kovic told the lady to stay back, as he rush into the building, it was dark someone must have hit the lights from all the ruckus. He heard grunts from the other end of the room, as he flick the light switch on. Blood was on the floor, it was red you wouldn't believe how much blood there was. It looked like it sprayed in a ark splashing part of the room. Kovic slowly walked over to the man in the corner being obscured by the door. "Sir, I am going to have to ask you to get up, and come with me. If you do not comply, I will be forced to drag you out of the building." Kovic stated in a miner tone. The male grunted, as he groaned getting up from his meal looking toward Kovic, as he walks stumbling from side to side, then breaking into a quick sprint. Kovic moved to the side, as he watched the male fly straight into the table. "Sir I will not repeat myself!?" Kovic stated one more time as the male lunged at him. He would grab hold of Kovic teeth showing like he was about to bit. Kovic didn't take any chances, and pushed him away as hard as he could. The drunkard fell hitting his head on the table laying there limp, and dead to the world. "What in the hell is going on." Kovic said to himself as he moved outside hearing more screams from people. "What is going on?" He mumbled pulling his pistol out then turning around as a horde of twenty zombies was killing everyone in its path. Kovic ran for the ladder as he grabbed onto it heading to the roof. He got a clear view of the situation as smoke loomed over the horizon. "Has the dead finally risen from there graves or something." Kovic says looking around seeing almost everyone he knew killed in front of him, when he worked as a security guard. He sighed looking as he couldn't do anything from the roof helpless as he was. He had the instinct to know it was a losing battle to fight the odds. His security company didn't pay him enough for his job, and it will never pay him again. Because how things stand they are either dead, or stuck. If this is how life is going to be, its going to be hard, or even harder. Kovic waited for two hours till the mob left heading toward the city. That gave Kovic a chance to get off the factory roof, and look around maybe even go the opposite direction. Kovic looked flipping a corn to see where he was going to go. He picked heads, to go the opposite direction, or tails toward the city. The coin landed heads, as he walked toward the military base to see if it was still standing. He kept up his pace walking, and doing a few jogs down the road seeing cars crashed into each other doors open to house, and a kid dead on a swing. They most of got to him without him even knowing.