The zombie apocalypse had been raging for the past year and the world as they knew it had changed. People had been driven to their most desperate measures just to survive.

The boy had been alone for months now, scavenging what he needed to survive. He was tall and lanky, with black hair cut in a wolf cut. His eyes were always cold and tired, as if he had seen the worst of what the world had to offer.

He was never seen without his trusty baseball bat, at the moment hes searching for supplies..