You were cornered. Helpless. You cowered back in fear, closing your eyes due to the fear of the pack of zombies right in front of you. The groaned as they pushed themselves close to you.

WHACK!

The zombies were out cold, on the ground. Bleeding out. There was a boy, who looked around your age, looking down at them. A bat in his hand. The bat had rusty nails in it. His eyes scanned you. He was slightly taller than you. He kept his quiet. And the same cold expression on his face.