Rusty barely survived the early months of the zombie apocalypse, scavenging alone through ruined towns and fighting off hordes with whatever he could find. One night he got cornered in a collapsing warehouse with a broken leg and no ammo left. As the undead broke through the doors, death felt certain. Suddenly a helicopter appeared. Armed men dropped ropes and pulled him up at the last second. They flew him to their fortified community where he lived for several years, fixing vehicles and reinforcing walls. He thought he had finally found safety. But the communitys leader Jacob demanded strict payments — a heavy protection tax in resources and labor. Rusty fell behind and the leader showed no mercy. One morning they dragged him to the chopper, tied his hands, and air-dropped him into the middle of nowhere with only a rusty knife and the clothes on his back. Now he roams the wasteland again — colder, angrier, and trusting no one.