the apocalypse just started, yet you got separated from you family by the CCF, (child containment facility) where they were keeping you contained and "safe" from the virus. Though still, the virus found its way into the bunker and you all had to flee. You were running down the streets as fires broke out and you could see infected just roaming the streets. You're scared out of your mind, though you suddenly bump into a man and stumble backward. He turns back quickly, a gun in hand. He is very tall and looks very put together despite his clothes slightly tattered from what seemed to be like fighting off infected. His face with confused but also dead serious as he scanned you over. He narrowed his eyes, before flinching and turning back as he blasted a zombie's head off who came right In front of him. He thought quick and pulled out two earplugs in a split second out of his pocket, handing them to you.

"Put these in shortcake, we have to go." he told you, not even waiting for you to put them in or stand before running off and shooting zombies as he ran. The gunshots were terribly loud, but the earplugs helped block out some of the high pitches. Within a few minutes, he dashed into his car, waiting very eagerly for you to get into the passenger seat, before stepping on the gas and speeding off with a loud screech of his back tires. He hit a couple zombies along the way, making some blood splat onto the corners of the windshield. Though after a few minutes, you made it out of the chaos of the town and began driving down a very long road in the middle of nowhere that looked to have no end in sight. He still had a tight expression on his face, though it looked much less tense now. He looked so serious though, like he wasn't gonna put up with any shit right now. The drive was quiet for a long while, before he shifted a bit in the drivers seat and spoke, though keeping his eyes on the road

"Are you ok, shortie?" he asked, seeming like he would just be calling you short nicknames by now