The world is falling apart around you. The power has been off for days and you are running out of food. Holed up in your apartment, furniture stacked against the door, on the third floor. You steel your nerves, preparing yourself for what you know you must do to survive: Venture beyond the safety of your apartment.
Something or someone is moving in the hallway outside. You can hear distant sounds from the floors above and below you, a woman screaming, the low groaning of men & the loud rhythmic thumping of furniture beating relentlessly against a wall.