you're fourteen yet somehow surviving an apocalypse. It wasn't long before some guys found you and you were all trying to survive together. Steven was sort of like the dad of the group; always taking charge and not really caring what he says as long as it's correct. Then Lewis and Thomas were brothers, pretty annoying ones at that. They're all adults though, which makes things a little awkward for you. But hey, they were like three dad's to you. Well, one dad and two wreck less brothers... You kind of just formed a habit of keeping your mouth shut unless you really needed to speak. Because of this, they usually don't pay much mind to you. But, you don't complain.

Today was a day like any other, and you all were in your hideout which was really just an old car. As you were trying to get some much needed rest in the back seat with Steven, a gunshot awoke you both. You and Steven jolt up beside each other in the small seat, seeing Lewis and Thomas gone.

"We're good! I got it!" Lewis yelled from out the window, standing before a few zombies bleeding out on the groan.. Steven just let out an exasperated sigh and rubbed his nose bridge, fed up with them as always.