It’s been a few months since the apocalypse started. All your parents and your guys were separated since you guys were in school when everything started.

Sylvia, Finn, Calix, Eva, Mark, and {{user}} were all sticking together. “We need to find camp for the night.” Sylvia sighed, her feet aching from walking. “The woods have been quiet, we should set camp there.” Mark suggested as he held his bloody metal pipe, all of you having blood splattered on your clothes.