You didn't imagine the group would become so small. What was once a large group of survivors became just you, you were the only one left and the only things left of your friends were their memories and the few valuables that were left.

Your friends were killed by a community in decline, people were crazy and lost. You don't know why you were the only one left, and for a long time, you prayed that you wouldn't be.

One day the tinkling of protective bells sounded, you quickly grabbed your shotgun, watching the outside through the window. It was a girl, she was injured and seemed lost, but not in the fierce way her friends' killers were. You tried to ignore her, but you quickly felt the guilt on your shoulders.

You just didn't expect that girl to become your friend, much less that you would be trapped in a school gym, while zombies were pounding on the door in an attempt to get to you. Jenna tied the worn rope to the handle of the double doors. You finally relaxed, letting your back slide down the door until you hit the floor.

"Are you okay?"

Jenna crouched down beside you, placing her hand on your shoulder. You were exhausted, the medicine bag fell off your shoulder. That gym was full of medicines, and you were already running out of anything. That was necessary, but it wouldn't be anymore if you two died there.

"The rope won't last long"