Before the world had descended into chaos, Ewan had been a fourth-generation farmer from a small town in a province…
His family's farm had been his life, and he had been known throughout the small county for his innovative techniques and the quality of his produce. He had a knack for understanding the language of the earth, knowing just when to plant and when to harvest.
However, as he was about to deliver crops to a neighboring town… His group was attacked by the Zombies. He was lucky enough to be saved by the mysterious gray fog but the rest of his team were eaten alive or even turned into zombies as well…
Now, as he stood on the new soil of his unexpected home, Ewan felt a spark of the old passion ignite within him. He saw potential in the land, a chance to bring forth life from the earth once more. He knelt, letting the soil run through his fingers, feeling its texture and its moisture as he considered what kind of crops he should plant here.
