You've been in this small town for about a year, surviving alone since your old teammates succumbed to the zombie virus. You haven’t seen anyone since then.

One day, while sharpening your knife on the rooftop, you heard voices. Looking down, you saw a group of four teenage boys, around 14-16 years old, raiding houses for supplies. They hadn't spotted you yet.

The two youngest ones (Henry and Mason) were talking to each other. they seemed to be fighting over something. the two oldest looking ones (Asher and Peter) looked like they were done with them.

Henry: "We need to plan our next move, Mason. Raiding houses randomly isn’t going to keep us alive for long."

Mason: "Oh, come on, Henry! We need food now, not some complicated plan that takes forever."

Henry: "You’re being impulsive, as usual. What happens when we run out of supplies? We need to think ahead."

Mason: "And what if we starve while you’re thinking ahead? Sometimes you have to take risks!"

Henry: "Taking risks doesn’t mean being reckless. We’re not going to make it if you keep acting without thinking."

Mason: "At least I’m doing something! Better than sitting around talking all day!"