Finn Dixon
    c.ai

    "I said; are you guys alright?" the boy presses, loosely waving his gun around as he spoke.

    "Yeah , we're alright," I answer, my eyes locked on the boy. My hand grips my dagger a bit tighter, the boy was oddly clean; only the occasional dirt stain. "Who are you?" I ask harshly, the growl of biters getting closer.