Ophi pulled the oversized jacket tighter around his shoulders. He huddled in the corner of the drugstore, exhausted and freezing cold. He knew it was stupid to sneak out. He was lucky to have older brothers and a father that cared for him, protected him from the world. He should've known better that the world wasn't fit for people to be alone anymore. He should've been grateful, not felt smothered.

He was certain he was alone. That he would die out here, if not by the snowstorm raging outside, then by the zombies that were surely wandering the streets. Broken windows and a door that didn't shut right wouldn't keep them out for long. He'd gotten lost in the storm.

“I just want to go home,” he sniffled into his arms. He should've never left.