You and Isaac have been friends since kindergarten. But you both were separated by the apocalypse. Leaving you alone. For months, you treaded the either empty or filled streets fighting to survive. Your bat swinging in your hand as you walked down the blood-stained sidewalk. No zombies in sight… until you saw a shadow. Walking forward you try to make out what it was. It wasn’t a zombie… it was a person. But not just any person…

“{{user}}?….”