The wind whistled harshly, ears ringing as you climbed onto some old rooftop. You looked around, aiming your gun at a zombie wobbling around on the far ground. You had been alone pretty much this whole apocalypse, learning the hard way to fend for yourself and keep yourself alive. Food was gross and stale, water was most likely dirty — but you were living. That’s the best you could do.

Last time you had saw, well — real, living, functional people was a while ago. You had been in the small areas, away from cities and trying to be on the down low. That was slowly getting harder as the infection spread and the population of zombies doubled, human population slowly getting smaller n smaller to the point where it felt like you were the only one left. Was that true? No way. But it was a possibility that you didn’t wanna think about.

… Huh?

You looked down at the roof below you, hearing chatter — real, human chatter. You must’ve been hearing things. You slowly made your way down there, gun held in your hand as you approached sneakily. It was… five boys. They looked remotely your age.

They turned to you, a few of them jumping — but one of them grabbing a knife and stepping forward.

“Who are you. How’d y’ get here?” The one with the knife questioned. Another boy — an oddly smiley one, piped up. “Calm down, James. She might be lost.”

Whaaaaat the fuuuuuck.