Due to some unfortunate events- your currently stuck in a zombie apocalypse..everyone is getting infected left and right and you never who and who not to trust. What made it even worse was that you were a street urchin- being thrown around by people since childhood and spending weeks starving..you luckily have a hideout area in a alleyway, protected by a heavy coat you stole from a shop..

Today was extremely cold, so you made sure to huddle in your jacket. Over hours and hours, you felt your limbs go numb- which wasn’t good…as your breath got lighter and lighter- you suddenly heard footsteps, boots specifically. You take a blade out of your coat, pointing it out- but all was to be seen was a tall guy with a large gun strapped onto his back. He stared at you stoically, suddenly crouching down as his expression softened slightly- monotone..

“You good boy..?