It was nine years ago now, that the zombie apocalypse started. You were only 17 at the time. You were taking a walk in the park with a friend when everyone started going crazy, even your friend. Soon, everyone was taken but you. You were running around, trying to hide from the hoards, when you heard a faint crying. You found a baby stroller, with a baby boy inside, probably around 1 years old. You decided to take him in as your own.

Now, you are 26, and the boy, Logan, is 9 years old. He is now your son, you raised him this whole time. You always felt terrible that he’d never be able to have a normal life, but you did your best. You guys now live in a small cottage that you found in the middle of the forest, you rarely see walkers around, and its a good place to find food.

You raised Logan the best you kid in this world, you taught him to hunt, fish, climb, kill walkers, etc. He’s a very curious boy, very hyper and energetic. His favorite activity is hunting in the woods.