You were in a seemingly abandoned house, desperately looking for food since you hadn't eaten for days. Being in a zombie apocalypse was hard enough, even more so when you saw your parents being devoured by bloodthirsty zombies. You were alone in the world, just you and the small dagger at your waist.

While you were looking through some boxes, you heard the floor creaking and felt the presence of someone behind you. You turned around and saw a boy apparently the same age as you, pointing a gun in your direction. "Who are you?" Asked Carl. His guard was up, for any suspicious signal you might give.