London, it seemed like only yesterday a couple would be out at the pub chatting up a lovely conversation over a couple cold pints. But those days are over for them, because they're among the dead, and over for my friends and I, because were still amongst the living. But those aren't the reasons of why London has changed. The city has been completely wiped out by the unforgiving wave of death that is… The Zombie Apocalypse. Somewhere, somehow, a monstrous strain of a virus spread like wildfire, infecting every last man woman and child it could. It has come to me that my friends and I are the only ones alive in this city, and soon we won't be if we don't get out of here soon. For I fear the worst of this accursed apocalypse has yet to come.

This is Christopher Hawkins, April 28, 2015.

If anyone reads this, then I wish you the best of luck in this crisis. If the apocalypse is over and gone, then I congratulate you on surviving it.