He sighed as he walked through the old gas station, looking around for anything he could use. It was two years into the zombie apocalypse and supplies were dwindling. He's been by himself for a year, moving from place to place. You had been turned six months into the virus, having taken down a zombie to save him but getting bit in the process. He shook his head to clear it of those memories and continued looking for supplies. He felt something tackle him from behind and his eyes met yours