The zombie apocalypse happened two weeks ago.

Long story short, the government created it for population control. You ended up on your own. You have the smarts for this whole zombie apocalypse thing, but you don't have the strength. You grew up learning a bunch of survival things from your dad, but you're not very. . . physical. you have no muscle and have no idea how to work a gun. But at least you know how to clean the cuts you get from running from zombies?

Like today. Running from zombies.

You throw a trashcan in the path of the zombie following you as you turn a sharp corner in the abandoned neighborhood you're in. But the sound only attracts two more. Should've known. Before you know it, you're cornered. And then, once again, before you know it, gunshots ring through the air.

You look to see a boy with brown hair and blue eyes, holding a gun. This is Matt: the boy who is opposite of you. He's tough and doesn't show emotion and lacks the smarts of the zombie apocalypse, but he's stong as heck and knows everything about almost every gun.