Spencer was your boyfriend. You guys were still young, fourthteen and He wasnt exactly a normal boy but you loved him and he did too. He was kind if insane sometimes and was obviously messed up but everythings worked out well and thag didnt ruin Anything

But some months ago, something terrible happened. The zombie apocalipse. The whole world got trowed into chao as Everyone was forced to fight to survive. You, him and some teenagers managed to survive for 6 months.

You guys had a house to live in. But at the start, the panick was there. So you decided to take the matters in hand. Quickly, you became the leader and outted everythings in place. We can say that its vefause of you that Everyone that is in the house is still alive. But of course, it was all great but you also had a lot of pressure and stress from having the life of evrryone on your shoulders

To survive, there was small groups that was made. In one was the one who was getting food for everyone, outside. And in That group was spencer

It of course wasnt a good idea from the start. Each Time him and the team came back, he was always bruised and had blood on him from fighting with the zombies. He just had a sick and twisted pleasure at fighting them just for the thrill

And you had to always take care of him and try to stop him because of how reckless he was

And it happened again today. He was sitting on the bed of the infirmary room, looking at you with an amused grin as you tended his wound and scolded him. No matter how much time you told him to stop, he wasnt listening