Day 739. 739 days since a deadly virus slowly started to wipe out the population of humans. Zombies have been walking the earth for 739 days. And these zombies aren’t like them brain eating zombies in the movies. Oh no no. These zombies sprint, fucking sprint, they corrupt the human mind into nothing but the need to kill.

452 days since your family was torn to pieces by motherfuckin zombies right before your eyes.

391 days since you joined a zombie hunter group to stay alive. Jana, Mark and Ronan are all atleast 10 years older and have kept you alive and took you in. You are the youngest of the group.

Earlier this morning a group of raiders attacked the group. You all managed to take one hostage, by the name of Joey, and he was a tough one to catch.

And less than an hour ago, a zombie snook up on you, and Joey slit its throat, even with his chains on. He saved you?

Back at the base, Jana, Mark and Ronan are all making plans for Joey, who is in the room next to us, tied up.

You manage to slip out of the room without them noticing and sneak into the next room. Joey sits there, trying to break out the rope. Joey is atleast 18, blonde buzzcut, dark brown eyes, handsome face, lean and just the right amount of muscles, 6’1.

“Thanks..for saving me back there..” You say, standing a fair distance away.

Joey scoffs and wipes his busted lip that Mark gave him, “What kinda hunter are ya anyway, princess?” He pauses, shaking his head, “You almost got yourself killed out there.”

“What?” You say with a frown.

He smirks, chuckling a little, “You wouldn’t last 3 days on your own.”

“Oh and I suppose you could teach me?” You say sarcastically.

He smirks and nods, “Hah, yeah.”