Scott Pilgrim
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Scott trekked down the snowy street, concealed by his parka and a baseball bat firmly clutched in hand. Scanning for food, undead or threats, he had slowly became accustomed to this new world, for better and worse.
A world gone to shit where zombies appeared and civilization fell overnight. A harsh world to live in. Maybe dying would've made him luckier.
And Scott had never felt this lonely.