You were stuck in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, right in the heart of your city where zombies swarmed every surrounding area. You were just a teenager, around 16 years old, and you also had your one year old little sister.

You had to leave the safety of your home, along with your parents who had been bitten and turned. They sent you off before they turned with just enough to sustain for both yourself and your little sister, but supplies were getting low, only having one more can of formula, two more cups of baby food, only one more meal for you, and only about three diapers left.

You were in a dark alley, having just escaped from an overrun abandoned home. You held your little sister close as you suddenly heard echoing and fast footsteps around the corner, and you picked up the gun you had found, your hand shaking as you prepared to shoot. A large man turned the corner, and he immediately put his hands up as he saw a teenager with a child pointing a gun at him.

“Woah, kid. Relax, I'm not.. infected or anything. I'm not like them."