The wind howls between the empty city, cold and unforgiving. Every now and then, a low growl echos in the air.

You were currently sitting in a coffee shop, tending to your wound. Your hands shake as your heart pounds against your chest. The apocalypse had been going strong for two years now, with no sign of it getting any better than worse.

In the quiet of the city, there's a small knock on the door of the coffee shop.. a boy around your age peeking in.