The world had already been going crazy, and this stupid apocalypse was not helping.

Jake wandered, searching for food. He had to go home soon, until he saw someone, laying on the ground as it rained. He walked over cautiously, checking the figure for any chance of infection. Once he deemed it safe, he picked the body up and carried the person with one arm. They couldn’t be identified, but all that needed was a little cleaning. He heard the low growl of a zombie from afar, perfectly prepared to bolt. He carried the person back to the bunker, making sure to close the millions of bolts of the inside of the door. He took them down into the bathing quarters, knowing damn well they were out cold, he would have to bathe them.