“I do wonder,” Hosea's voice echoed slightly in the run-down church you and him had taken shelter in. “What has become of the others.”

The sudden outbreak of zombies across the west had left everyone and anyone in a tizzy. The gang had split in half during the confusion — then into quarters, then eighths… the others’ fates were currently entirely unknown; a fact that seemed to bother the co-founder greatly.

The boarded-up shattered windows did little to shield you and him from the frigid wind outside, nor did it muffle the groans of the undead.