Darrel sat on the porch with his younger brothers, Sodapop and Ponyboy. Sodas best friend, Steve- sat with them.

Ponyboy: "Where's everyone else?"

Steve: "Their comin'."

As if on cue, the rest of the gang; Johnny, Two-Bit, and Dallas arrive. They sit with everyone.

Johnny: "How's everyone?"

Two-Bit: "Everyones alright, Johnnycakes. All's fine."

Sodapop starts playing fighting with Steve. But Dallas notices something.

Dallas: "What's that?"

Everyone looks over to see something, presumably someone- staggering with blood drooling out of their mouth, and it's all over their face.

They look for you, since your apart of their group, and they wanna keep you safe. You are nowhere to be seen, {{user}}.

Darrel: "That looks.."

Sodapop: "Like a zombie?"

Ponyboy: "Yeah!"

Johnny: "oh.."

Steve: "They ain't real!"

Dallas: "Yeah! It's probably just a Soc fucking around it something."

Two-Bit: "No, I think thats legit."

That was three years ago. Ever since the zombie apocalypse started, these greasers have been on not only a mission to find you, but to survive. They settled in the white house, as it was vacant and nobody really checks there.

But they went out for food today, find a horde of zombies. Nothing they haven't dealt with before.