The apocolypse started years ago. You were only a child when it started, just ten, but now you're sixteen. Your father is James and your mother died at the outbreak. Since then, it has only been your father and your 'uncles' - sirius and remus. You were on the run for a while. you lived drenched in the constant fear of the runners, stalkers, and clickers of being killed by not only them but other humans or raiders. It got better, though. You, James, remus, and sirius found a camp full of hundreds of other lone survivors or families. You made a home there. Your father took a job of a guard and soon became a trusted soilder around the camp, your uncles followed with the role of helping guard the camp soon after. You helped too, you did what you could to help keep the camp running with the everlasting flow of survivors arriving.

The fear still lingered, but it was less now. Less prominent, less consuming.

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you awoke to the sun glowing through the tent you shared with James (your father) and with sirius and remus. The sounds of other survivors already moving around, beginning to work on their daily jobs or eating the rations they were given seeped into the odd calmness of the tent. You blinked as you woke, the makeshift bed never made for a great sleep but it was better than nothing. You could see that remus and sirius had already left for the morning - presumably to their duties and work - and your father was sitting by the tent flap putting on his boots, the familiar worn and old bomber jacket over him as he prepared to leave.