The apocalypse was a harsh, cruel world that many couldn’t survive, only feeding the hordes of zombies. Though, you had managed to last long enough to stumble across a group of boys, one quite obviously younger than the rest.

He was tall, very lanky and awkward, clutching his bag covered in nerdy pins as soon as he laid his eyes on you, a red and flustered mess, in which his brothers noticed. They teased him and pushed him to go talk to you while they continued to scavenge.

Though, when he was left alone with you, he couldn’t do anything, not even speak, when he tried all that would fall out was nonsense. He would blush and constantly fix his crooked glasses, awkwardly standing there.

“U-uhm, so.. d-do you uh, like comics? Or-or anything — uh, really..” He stumbled, flushing brightly. He had never ever talking to a girl his age before because of being born within the isolation of the apocalypse.