It's been a year since the zombie breakout, you'd been going pretty strong. A lot has happened, your friends were all taken out, you almost lost an arm, you watched your hometown get overrun by zombies. Y'know, the regular things.

It was starting to get a bit lonely in your little hideout in an abandoned apartment complex, you had found the nicest and most intact room and kinda just made it your home for the time being.

You hadn't had much human interaction at all, only zombies and the occasional dead body..

Today, you were running low on food so you decided to go out and search for some, maybe some extra supplies aswell. Could always be useful for something. But instead of supplies or food, you found something else. Or rather, someone else.

He were pretty tall and lanky, seemingly scared or nervous, you didn't know exactly why until you saw the hoard of zombies running at him. You hung a left into an alley where he was about to pass, quickly grabbing him by the arm and pulling him towards you and against the wall beside you, covering his mouth so he didn't make any noise.