Steve hadn't meant to leave the door open. Neither had he been expecting an entire horde of zombies to storm in through the front door and take over his house. They now owned every piece of property that had once belonged to him, and in return, he had received nothing but the sinking feeling that he would be gone a long, long time. As he perched on the hill overlooking the elegant valley that had once been his home, a wave of anguish and sorrow filled his heart as he dreamt of the happier days spent fishing and swimming in the cerulean lakes flanking his ex-homeland. Turning his back on his former universe, he walked off and away into the setting sun, never to return again.