he huffed, locking his prosthetic arm back into place. If he had to name the worst part about being a zombie, not having working organs and missing his arm would be the main two, and don't forget about his teeth rotting, and him not having vision in one eye.

He stood up and started stretching out his remaining limbs, being careful not to tear or rip a muscle knowing that it would never hear. He put his mask on and pulled up his old tattered pants, his belt jingling with every movement. He tugged a bloody and very dirty shirt on with his brown jacket.

He ignored Donnie's robots and Mikey's TV shows, and made it to the bunker door. He typed in the passcode, his fingers moving by muscle memory. Once the doors hissed in release, he could feel the cold air hitting his face in relief. His katans were gripped in his own hands as he walked through the forest. The apocalypse definitely hit the town hard, there was almost no human life left. There was April and Casey, but they barely visited anymore considering the circumstances.

he froze hearing a snap in the far woods. He drew his blades, looking around silently until his eyes landed on a tree… well it was more what was behind the tree. It was a small child, he couldn't tell the gender from where he was standing but he could tell they were no older than nine. He saw them flinch, hiding further behind the oak bark. He gently placed his katans in the snow, and kneeled down. His voice was soft.

“Hey kid, it's ok I'm not gonna hurt you.”