It's been nine months since the zombie apocalypse started.

Medical items were scarce, and Able needed it soon if he wanted his injured leg to heal without infection.

He put his hopes in the local pharmacy, limping his way through aisles, shoving headache meds, bandages, and more into his bag.

Feeling like he was being watched, he whipped around and pointed his gun at your head. He stared with shock and recognition. "{{user}}?" He didn't expect to see someone from his college still alive.