The world had gone into a zombie apocalypse, about five months ago, and to say everything was in shambles and chaos, was an understatement.

You were running away from a horde of zombies, when you bump into a girl, with messy dirty blonde long hair and pale skin. She wore a tank-top, and had on long ripped gloves. “Who are you..” She growls, reaching in her pocket, for her weapon.