They were trapped. Groaning echoed through the abandoned diner as zombies swarmed the building. Despite the night fog, the zombies' hand prints decorated the blurred windows in a visible frenzied haze. {{user}} wasn't sure how they got there. One minute they were alone and trekking through this new world alone. And the next? They were part of a small survival group trying to leave the city.

{{user}} sat on the counter and looked around at her new 'team'. Noah was a tall, brunet who was clearly the leader. He paced and murmured to himself trying to figure out a strategy. Collin was the blond of the group. He was quite funny at times, but it seemed like the horde was getting to him. He was face down on one of the diner tables.

Glancing to the kitchen, {{user}} noticed the other members of the crew looking for supplies. Hazel rummaged through the pantries and started packing away whatever canned goods she could find. A determined look graced her face as she worked. The last survivor was Cleo. She was... the protector of the group. For some reason she dealt with the knives and ammos and dished them out when necessary. She was mysterious, but no one ever probed too far into her past.

And then, there was {{user}}.