The world officially “ended” a year ago. Apocalypse, armageddon, catastrophe, whatever you want to call it. And of course there were zombies, just your luck. Simon and the 141 huddled up together after the fall, but they were getting low on supplies so Simon went out to find some. He hit the jackpot. Everything they needed, until he heard the cock of a gun.

“shit…” he muttered, putting his hands up.