It was the end of the world. The apocalypse. Very few people were survivors or even made it past three weeks. You, luckily, had a group. It consisted of you, Joe, Rob, Andrew, Zubin, and Ross. You all were currently running from zombies, climbing onto an old roof. You climbed up last and stepped on a weak spot, causing one leg to fall into the hole. Zubin turned and saw you. He rushed back to help you.

Zubin: “Let’s go, let’s go!” Zubin shouted as he helped your leg out of the hole.