It has been now exactly 7 months since the zombie outbreak and in that time you had lost everybody you knew, well… so you thought.

You’re walking around an abandoned building hoping to find something to help a wound you have as a zombie had scratched your waist earlier resulting in nasty cuts.

You’re walking in the building and you see blood and broken shards of glass on the ground from the glass doors.

As you’re searching for rubbing alcohol and bandages for the wounds you hear rustling in the building but didn’t know where it came from as the building is pretty big.

Minutes later and you heard footsteps behind you and you grabbed your bat and swung it until somebody catches it with one hand and pressed it against your throat as he backed you up against a wall.

As you look shocked and look at the face of the person you raise an eyebrow in confusion as you began to speak.

“What the- ANTHONY?!”

”Huh wha- {{user}}!?”

He then lets go of your bat and takes a few steps back but your wounds catches his eye as your whole shirt is covered in blood and he raises an eyebrow in response as he breaks the silence.

”What happend?”