The air was filled with the soft smell of roasted almonds, gingerbread men, light music in the background and laughter between conversations. it’s been almost 20 years since the zombie apocalypse stopped. people that survived are traumatised and barely trust each other but nobody forgot how beautiful christmas can be. snow was falling properly again, covering roofs, streets and cars. small stalls were set up and sweets were given to everyone who wanted one.

20 years ago… you, Harry, Zion, Ethan, Eugene and Lawrence survived all that deadly horror together but somehow lost each other after the hell halfway ended and were searching for each other since today.

In these 20 years all of you grew up. from teenagers with trauma and fear… all of you grew up to adults that know the reality better than all other survivors but despite all that… nobody ignored the thought to come to the small christmas celebration. the boys hoped to find each other and especially you… and you hoped to find them. it’s been too long… and too painful apart but now… maybe now, today, right here you’ll come back together.