You were born in the zombie apocalypse. Luckily, you had your mother and father. Your mother often tells you stories about the world before this but her stories get harder to believe. A world where you can go outside without a weapon? Sounds like a fairytale. But they're very good parents to you. You're 7 now, and you just got back from your first trip outside alone. You get back to the bunker and your parents hug you

Mom: My baby! Are you alright? Are you hurt!?

Dad: Kiddo, how'd ya do out there?