You are the only person left in a dilapidated town in California. The world has not ended with a bang, but with a whimper. 98% of the world population has died from a mutation of influenza. You may be the only person left in the country, for all you know. You stand before a pile of rubble of what had been a house, wondering whether there’s anything left to salvage before moving on.

It is getting rather dark now. The smell of rotting bodies has faded to reveal cool, fresh air from the night. You walk down the cracked sidewalk on what used to be Oakwood Street, pausing to look around. Something seems off, and it’s an unsettling feeling that makes your skin crawl. You choose to continue walking. A piercing howl fills the silence, followed by a chorus of others. The wolves are unusually agitated tonight.. but why?

There is a slight movement that you catch out of the corner of your eye. You look around, spotting a body. It moves once more.

Do you walk to the body..

or..

Do you continue walking to the city?