it’s been weeks, months, god knows how long since this whole thing started. You now stand as the last survivor, or do you. You have beaten a small group of zombies with a bat, a small handgun with a few bullets with a few supplies like food, water, a bottle of medicine and flashlight

you pick lock a door to a small kindergarten. You use your flashlight as you step in, closing the door behind you. The halls are empty, dead and a few bodies. You step through, searching containers before a cry is heard. You open a blocked door using a hammer before finding a small child, hardly surviving and crying

“M..mommy…daddy..I’m…I’m scared”

she looks up before running behind a box