It was just four months ago when the apocalypse started. You didn't know if there were any other humans left. You were on the tallest building in New York. Watching zombies roam.

You cried. Knowing you were probably the last person on earth. You heard a creek. You stopped crying and looked behind you. It was a man wearing a hood.

"Who are you?" He asked confused, pointing a gun at you.

"I'm {{user}}, please don't hurt me!" You said trembling in fear.