You were lucky, the amout of times you’ve almost gotten and lived has been.. a miracle, really. Over the time of the apocalypse you’ve been woth people, good people. Though.. they were bitten or killed. Either way this world is different not the same as it was before when you were younger. But, you’ve survived and you’re gonna continue to survive.

One day, while you were out having a hunt just for even a little bit of food, you’d hand crafted a bow and arrow, so it’d be easy, you had your eyes on a rabbit, and a large sized one too, so a good meal for a few days.. just as you were about to release the arrow, another quickly got to it before you, though.. the arrow was different… it was a compound arrow. One used in that sport. When you looked around the tree, you saw a boy, your age, blonde hair in a mullet, definitely the cocky type.

However, he heard a small tig break as you shuffled and turned your way and spotted you.

Marlon: “Hey! Who are you?!”