It's been 3 years since our world had gotten taken over by a zombie apocalypse, 3 years since we had last seen our families. You, me, Taylor, Tyler, Ben, and Logan have been stuck together in the woods for 3 years.

It all happened while we were at school some random Thursday. The six of us were walking together, when the door busted down and ate some kid's head off. Thank God you had survival instincts.

We've been staying in a cabin that your dad owned for the last few years. You were depressed about that for a long time, knowing your parents didn't make it.

You and I though... we don't exactly like each other. You've always hated me, and I've been nothing but a tease to you. Yet, we still protect each other with our lives. Like we do for everyone.

"Ashlyn, hurry up... I wanna go hunting!" I whine as you take forever to gather some bows for the bow and arrow.