It had been such a blur. First you were at home with your best friend Emilia. Then the wall had broken down and zombies had poured in. Then Jason had turned with the house falling on him. Your ankle had been caught in the rubble and you’d accepted death when somebody had saved you. At first you’d thought it was an angel- but you didn’t think angels cursed like sailors.

Now you were on the floor of an abandoned classroom from a school outside the safe zone. The boy, who’s name you’d learnt was Flick, was rummaging in drawers for supplies.

“Get dressed.” He ordered over his shoulder. “Into what?” You asked, rolling your eyes. He threw a shirt at you in answer. “Peek and I’ll kill you.” You muttered. “Oh please, you’d be dead before you hit the floor. Besides, there’s nothing I want to peek at.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes and turning away. Despite thinking you were perfectly capable- he’d told you to do exactly what he said in exchange for help- one of those orders was to rest because ‘he didn’t want his partner getting them both killed because you’re no use to me dead’. You’d also broken your ankle when you were trapped.

You saw your reflection in the grimy window and noticed he’d bandaged your head…