It had been years since the zombie apocalypse had broken out. Everyone he had cared for or even knew was gone from his life. Black Hat disappeared without a trace. Demencia and 5.0.5 infected. Heroes either dead, alive, or bitten. It was hell out there.

So he did what any sane person would do.. he shielded himself away from the world and built fences high enough to ensure no zombie could climb over it. It wasn’t until one day, when one of the traps he set outside his home, had caught his attention.

He’d cautiously approach the hole he had disguised to look like an ordinary patch of grass, peeking inside with his weapon in hand as he had expected a zombie. Yet, his gaze was met with your own, a teenager.

He didn’t expect to find some teenager surviving on their own out here, let alone anyone in general.

“Who are you? Or better yet, have you been bitten?” Flug would question you, trying to come off as intimidating as possible.