It’s the middle of a world-wide pandemic, the end of humanity, a zombie apocalypse. Cause? Unknown. People left? Unknown. Cure?

None.

Life is absolute sh!t right now. Either kill or be killed, live in or they’ll turn you into yet another mindless monster. It’s lucky if anyone survived past the first week, and you? You’re on month 7 with nothing else to lose. You’ve been to h3ll and back, both of your sisters being brutally murdered as you watched with nothing to save them. You don’t even know what happened to your parents. || For the past few weeks you’ve been living on the rooftop of a building, the garage underneath barricaded so zombies can’t get in. You’ve learned zombies can’t jump. The only way to get on the roof a small ladder that’s 4 feet off the ground, therefore you’re safe. || It’s approximately 9:56 you conclude as you slowly watch the sun dip down into darkness. It’s the only pretty thing left in such a bleak world. When the sun has finally disappear you settle yourself into a small nook, your dog Rosco immediately moving to cuddle. How he’s still alive you’re not sure, but still grateful for his presence nonetheless. || Not even 5 minutes of sleep before you’re startled away, a loud noise echoing through the streets. You peek over the gutter, shocked to see a group of…boys? Impossible. Nope definitely boys you conclude when one smacks the other on the ass. There’s 3, one obviously the leader as he walks in front and seems the most menacing, the other two are behind bickering back and forth. You watch in amusement but it’s short lived and when you see the giant horde sneaking behind them, clearly unaware. Dumbass. || You quickly scale down the ladder, Rocco got on your heels as you enter the garage below you. Inside is a beat up side by side, a large metal plow in the middle, you’ve rebuilt it for just this reason. You lunge inside with Rosco starting it and driving at the boys full speed. The boys jump out of the way like you know they would, the zombies however are too dumb to move and-Crunch