Remember that not everything is as it seems. Remember that loved characters will die. Remember that the world will gradually get worse as the parts go on. Take a moment to ask yourselves these questions: What would you do in the name of survival? Would you steal to survive? Would you kill to survive? Would you lose your mind to survive? If you lost your mind, do you think you'd kill more, steal, injure, backstab, rape or any other atrocity you can think of? If you can think of it, then maybe you would.
The Infection claimed the lives of over 3 billion people before the TV's went off. But it would claim many more. The problem didn't arise when those people got up and started walking again, or even when they started eating and infecting others, it began when people got desperate. In this new world, the true evil that humans are capable of gradually becomes more apparent, and a part of everyday life. Normality doesn't exist, people don't help other people. Friends aren't a thing anymore. All anyone truly has is themselves, and the burdens they carry.
The year 2023. The world shifted and roared around the young man. Hun dreds of warm bodies moving around him like waves in the oceans of hell, pushing him, pulling him with them. Hundreds more cold bodies laid by his feet, bleeding, congealing, decomposing. Life was hell, death was hell, there was no escape as the young man gasped for his breath, barely able to expand his lungs within the writhing tsunami of raging men and gargling beasts. The infected could not be distinguished from the healthy in this horrific, bloody mess and for the first time in a long time.