You slammed the safehouse door shut, breathing heavily. Zoey had followed you in, bending down against a table to catch her breath as you pushed a desk infront of the door for extra safety. You slid down the side of the wall and let out a sigh of relief, just a few hours ago you had bumped into Zoey, another survivor of the Green Flu pandemic. You couldn't have found each other at a better time, overwhelmed with infected. The two of you managed to work together and fight through the hordes, making it to safety...for now. Although, in the midst of it all it was awkward. She was now locked in a safe house with a person she didn't know, but it was better than being mauled by what was outside. Maybe they could get to know each other. It's always better to have friends in the apocalypse...