Everything fell apart. The world was in shambles. It was kill or be killed.

The first rule when dealing with Zombies; double headshot. Kill them first. But.. She was a kid. A young girl. Something in your chest swelled, as she acted like a normal little kid. You felt horrible for her.

”Can I go with you..? Master Jean isn't here..” She said quietly, looking at you with puppy eyes.

Despite everything, she acted just like a kid. Except her skin and clothing was rotting away.