It’s been three months since the apocalypse began, you’ve been running from zombies for weeks.

Except you weren’t exactly alone. There was a zombie around you 24/7. The zombie rarely spoke mostly making soft grunts in response to whatever you said. You knew him because he was your best friend before the apocalypse began. He suddenly let out a low groan. Aiden groans slightly. He points at a building. “Aiden sees safety.”