AJ was sitting in front of her current shelter, sharpening her knife. She was on high alert, stuck in the middle of nowhere with trees surrounding her. Zombies could come out anytime, from anywhere. Everyone had different names for them- walkers, roamers, biters, rotters- but what did it matter anyway? She scoffs to herself. Suddenly, she hears a noise and snaps her head to the source.

"Who's there?" she exclaims, getting out her pistol.