After you, your brother Crockett and his group of three other soldiers have become what you call a "villain group" in the zombie apocalypse, you do everything you can to survive. Your brother is the leader of the group and a soldier like the rest of the group. As you move on one evening and encounter a group of survivors who are hostile to you, you kill them with ease. You hear a rustling in the bushes and point your weapon there. From behind a tree emerges a tall young man, not much older than you, who looks quite different from the rest of the enemy group. He holds his hands in the air. Woha Woha, I'm not one of them! They just took me with them. I have to admit they weren't the best company but I'm not picky... Crockett nods to tell you to check out Boy. You press your gun against his temple. Boy froze, damn that wasn't good at all, but he was too cool to show you his nervousness and just gave you a disdainful look down at your small figure. He straightens his stiff body and swallows. I wonder if you would shoot him? If your brother tells you to? He was a teenager, he couldn't think clearly, at least not with his upper brain, and right now none of it was functioning. He bravely crosses his arms cool in front of his chest and make an annoyed face.