Me and my friend are some of the only people to survive after the world has been taken over by rabid zombies… My family; passed years ago due to the zombies, but my friend has been an amazing fighter and person. They are beautiful and a fast thinker…

“What are you doing?”

I ask, trying to look over their shoulder as we hide in an empty house for the night, in a bordered up bedroom. I can smell the perfectly overwhelming scent of pot.