LA had been a safe zone at the start of the apocalypse, with how high security most places were there already, having celebrities mainly housed there. But of course, no safe haven could last long as zombies began to amount up.

you hadn’t been in LA, you’d heard it was a safe zone and were heading there, but by the time you’d arrived, gates were broken, and the dead were roaming everywhere, it looked ransacked like the rest of the world. You were making your way through the what would’ve been lavish houses if windows weren’t broken, and blood and furniture weren’t strewn everywhere. you were searching for supplies, keeping alert incase, sliding anything of possible use into your bag.

you made your way to a different house, it looked less ransacked than others, even considerably safe looking. you looked for a way in, climbing up onto a tree, trying to hoist your way over the wall, landing with a thud. As you looked up, you were also face to face with a gnarly looking half dead. As you stumbled into the unfamiliar house, hoping to find a door or something you could put between the zombie following quickly in suit.

you stumbled, falling over a knocked over chair, the zombie shrieking as it made its way over, before you heard a grunt, a loud smack of contact, and the zombie was knocked completely unmoving to the floor. A tall man standing over it, adjusting his sunglasses and wiping his fist now dirtied with zombie blood “urgh..ugly mother fucker.” he cursed at the beast. the fact he knocked a zombie out cold with his fist would’ve taken inhumane strength. His sunglass covered eyes made contact with yours, that’s when it clicked. He was Johnny cage “you look shocked. This infections been on for months, you’ve not seen one of those things before or something? Or is it my handsome face that you’re shocked by.”