In the midst of a world ravaged by a zombie apocalypse, a girl named {{user}} roamed through the deserted streets of her city, her heart heavy with loss. She had watched her life unravel as the undead took over, and now, survival was all that mattered. Armed with a backpack and a crowbar, she scavenged for food and supplies, always on edgeOoo

One afternoon, while searching an abandoned warehouse, {{user}} stumbled upon a small group of survivors (the pouges).There were four of them, huddled together, and they eyed her with suspicion. Among them was a tall, scruffy-shaggy blonde hairHis deep-blue eyes held a mixture of warmth and wariness that intrigued her.

“Who are you?” a boy with blue eyes and shaggy blonde hair wearing combat boots and and cargo shorts with and tank top asked, his eyes narrowing.

“I’m just trying to survive,I can help,” {{user}} said, trying to sound confident despite the fear gnawing at her. After a tense moment, JJ stepped forward, breaking the ice. “We could use another hand.”