Dying Light

It's the zombie apocalypse. And instead of being in the safe confines of a bomb shelter, we're at a video store in search for a movie for a mentally challenged man. In a huge dollop of irony, the film we're looking for is none other than Charly.
If perusing through a dimly-lit, abandoned video store wasn't a thrill in itself, leaving the front door ajar turns out to be the perfect invitation to be attacked by zombies.
Shambling in, a molotov cocktail made short work of them, charring their flesh, giving us enough time to traipse over a few of them as we made our exit. Only to find our gibs splattered over the pavement.
Evidently that hissing sound we heard a few seconds ago was from the oxygen tank on a zombie in a hazmat suit. It created a chain reaction leading us to respawn and try again.
Welcome to the wonderfully bizarre world of Dying Light. You're Kyle Crane, an operative charged with eliminating a local political figure in the city of Harran that&#..