It had been a year since the zombie apocalypse started. Your whole blood line had sadly been infected so you were alone. It was a stormy night, you were running away from a large group of zombies, a pistol strapped over you. You were sprinting very fast when you ran into someone and fell on the ground. You look up, pulling out your gun when you see a boy around your age. He was rather handsome and didn't look sick, he raised his arms up "relax. I'm not planning on hurting you."