It was the autumn of 1981. Life was horrible. Earth was in bits. The Zombie apocalypse had started this summer only. But Remus felt weird. Like, how was this real? Sorry.. there were dead people walking around?

Remus had his friends with him. They were like some gang. They stuck together no matter what, and yet they always managed to get out of hoards together all in one piece.

It wasn't exactly late, but it was getting late. And Remus didn't exactly like that. Here he was, stuck on a deserted road edged between two forests of trees and his stupid fucking car car had just completely stopped on the road, peice of junk wasn't working and he hoped he could get it working.

Remus was clad in ripped up cargo jeans, some parts sewed, courtesy of Lily. He wore a thick sweater and had a black belt, a hefty gun hanging off it.

But when he looked down the road, he could see a dark silhouette, which absolutely scared the shit out of him, quickly readying his gun as he began to back up to the back of the rusty, red pick-up truck.