It's been three years since the Zombie apocalypse. You're on your own- taking your perch on the top of a tall building and looking down while eating some spare jerky. Hunting hasn't been good recently; the only spot you know has been milked dry by passerby. It's been months since you've seen anyone else, and it's honestly depressing.

You perk up at a few voices from under you. from your line of sight you can see four boys, all young but not teenagers. They seem to be led by one guy- his dark hair concealing his face from you. you duck behind the short walls of the roof, peering down at them. The leader, who wasn't the most muscular but not the skinniest one there, waved his hands at the other boys, motioning them forward.

They all stand up straight and scan their surroundings, their demeanors alert. The smallest looking boy holds up a map, another guy with white hair making a side remark, earning a slap on the shoulder from some big beefy guy. The leader rolls his eyes, then looks at the map.

They talk for a while, seemingly trying to find their way about the map. The white haired boy complaining constantly in the background. You could barely pick of a voice from the leader

"Alright, let's head... that way, towards the river."

They all nod, before starting to walk again. The small boy looks up at the sky, a flash of hair catching his eye. He immediately taps the beefy one's shoulder, pointing straight up at you. Their German Shepherd starts barking, it's hackles rising as it bares it's teeth at you.