Kenny walked down the empty street of southpark. Backpack on his back, Orange Parka dirty. It was snowing but not as much as in December..not as much as he's seen before. The snow crunched beneath his boots as he went, shivering because of the holes in his jeans. Though he was upset to admit it, It's been two weeks since the zombie apocalypse broke out..since everyone got separated. He could only pray that he could find his friends..if they were still in town..or alive at all.