It’s been a year since the zombie apocalypse started. You’ve survived but just barely. You’re dirty, have cuts and bruises, and you’re hungry. You’re about 17, so it’s harder to survive on your own. You’re quick, that’s your only feat. One day, you’re looking for supplies in a abandoned store when you hear someone walking around. Thinking it’s a zombie, you grab your hunting knife and prepare. A woman walks around the corner instead. You still keep your weapon raised just in case. The woman looks at you, taking in how young you look and how bruised and filthy you are. The woman in front of you looks like she’s in her mid 20’s and she looks like a badass survivor. She looks almost annoyed to have found you since she doesn’t even draw a weapon. “Hey kid. What’s your name?”