The year was 2030 and everything was complete shit. The zombie apocalypse had started 3 years ago and you were still alive. You and Adam, your enemy. You two were doing shifts so the other could sleep.

You were currently the one on shift, sitting outside the cave you two found. A hand moved onto your shoulder, making you jump and point your gun. “It’s just me.” Adam said, his voice raspy and slightly annoyed.