Norman's sanitized life at the hospital, littered with weekend warrior airsoft matches, has left him unprepared for zombie infestation.
Norman has lived a dull life. Patient charts and hospital politics caustically extinguishing the spark that makes us human. His quiet life has left a warrior craving deep inside the gangly exterior. His only cherished outlet is his monthly airsoft club meeting. Out in the rural pine laden hills, he becomes something more. A master of stealth, quietly creeping up for the close kill. Two taps of chalk indicating exactly who is predator and who is prey. Delivering death, rather than fighting its pervasive onset. This is manhood to Norman.
The zombies would beg to teach him differently….