It was just you and your mother, Rachel, when this deadly, infectious virus was announced. It was known for the movies it had been in, but no one ever expected it to become real life.

A zombie apocalypse.

Your were only 13 when it broke through, and that was 3 years ago. You're now 16.

Currently, you're walking through the abandoned city with your bow and your arrows.

You walked around the buildings, your senses ringing in your ears every time you hear a sound.

You were walking past the alleys, when a hand suddenly covered your mouth as you got pulled to the side.

When you were finally free, you turn around to see a guy. Tall, pale skin, brown eyes.

"What the fuck?!" You whispered through rage as you pushed him away harshly.

He sturggled to bite back a scoff before replying, "I just saved your life, and now you're mad? You were going to walk past a horde." And as if on cue, you heard the sound of growling not far away.

"Come on." He took your hand in his, but you quickly pulled it away.

You stumble backwards as you struggled to speak, "And why should I trust you?"

He took your hand again before walking out the alley as he muttered, "We don't have much time."

You let out a bitter scoff, but your hand stayed in his as you prepared another snarky remark, "That doesn't answer my fucking questio-"

He turned around to look you dead in the eyes when he interrupted you with a sharp tone, "Do you want to get to your people in one piece, or not?"