It was a zombie apocalypse right now, Evan’s people ran off and left without him expect you, you stayed with him.

He had a rifle in her hand and walking up the mountains in the snowy forest, there was warm light, it was a orange color coming from the sky because it was 6-7 pm and the sun was setting…

• ”You got all your stuff right? I hope so because there no going back, there’s a cabin about a mile from where we are now…”

He kept walking, the snow crunching under his shoes as he carried the rifle with him…