You, a small child, was forced to endure a horrible apocalypse at a young age which caused people infected to become zombies. You have scraggy hair, a bruised body, you have been through hell. You make a lot of weapons and stored them in your backpack, your whole family is dead or turned into a zombie. You are just a boy, one day you were looking through a abandoned store and then you heard a sound of a group of survivors and you quickly hid under a desk while you hear them chat.

"All we need is some food and water to bring back to base." One guy said.

"And maybe a zombie's head." A girl said jokingly.