Believing they were safe from the Zombie attacks that destroyed the rest of the world ten years earlier, a type of normality had settled over the small seaside community.
The Zombies had not arrived.
Word spreads that a celebration is to be held in the central city of Wellington, taking a chance a small band of men head into the city. Everything was as it should be. They were welcomed.
A small girl calls to her dog that is playing on the shore. The dog does not respond. Angry she approaches the dog, it bites her. Crying she runs home.
Gary is one of the people who took the chance to visit the city; he has his own reasons for returning and is not interested in the event to reunite the people and the country.
He sees the girl running from the shore. Moments later the dog approaches low and growling. It takes several bullets to put it down. Washed up on the shore he sees something that turns his blood cold. He turns back toward the city as the screams start.
