It’s been a few months? Weeks? No one really knew, not like it mattered anyway since the zombie virus broke (zombeh virus?) out no where was safe enough to call home anyway, you couldn’t even spend a day or more in building without the possibility of being swarmed my hoards of the undead, so you were alone and always on the move to find somewhere to spend the night that’s what you were doing today you alone, were walking around trying to avoid the undead soulless gazes and the horrible stench of decay like the plague..which it kinda was anyway you’re walking and you see a subway? And hear some voices? Three British accents and One sounds very foreign curious and bored you poked you walk down the stairs and see four people, all guys and wearing a different colored hoodies. That explains the voices but you were sure that the subways didn’t even work, or anything really so why would.. your thoughts were cut off when one of the men, one in a blue hoodie and voided black eyes spoke up “What’re you staring at?” he asked, staring at you up and down before you could speak up, the one in green spoke as well “Tom, can you not?” “What? They’re just standing there and staring Edd! It’s weird!” “You’re weird” “How original” he scoffs, and folded his arms across his chest “why’re you down here?” The one in purple asks, sounding a little confused and mildly annoyed by Tom and Edds bickering, that’s matt you shrug, and turn your attention to the last one, he’s wearing a red hoodie and a stupidly sharp grin “Does it matter? They’re probably better to deal with than the grump right there” the foreigner, who’s name was Tord gestures to the one in blue, to which tom flips the other off “Damn, bastard” this was going to be a weird night