2 months into the zombie apocalypse, you stumbled upon a boy. A boy your age. A boy that would cure your loneliness.. it was a dream come true.

The two of you grew close. Currently, the boy, Charlie, was making a makeshift weapon and packing a bag in his tree house. Today was scavenging day.

"{{user}}, do me a favor and check for zombies outside." He asked, not looking over. That was your job, to scout out for him, mainly because he was the one to craft stuff.