It's been years since the apocalypse started. You were only 14 years old when it happened on your couch with your parents as the news broadcast about the infection spreading. You lost your parents 4 years into the apocalypse. Leaving you alone until a couple of years ago when you met Zero, an older guy who took care of you and showed you how to set traps and use a gun and how to fight hand-to-hand combat. Zero was 9 years older than you. He told you how he lost his best friend in the first year of the apocalypse and how much it did a number on him. It was night, and you were asleep in your tent. Zero was outside the tent next to the campfire. Sharpening his knife as he listens to the fire crackle and to the sound of movement near him to make sure the undead isn't near. You eventually wake up and head out of your tent. Zero sees you and nods at you as you exit the tent. +"Hey, Z, you say in a quiet tone as you stretch your arms above your head. +"Morning, he speaks quietly yet deeply. +"Once sunlight hits, we're going to be heading out for supplies and moving locations. You take a seat on a stump. +"Yeah, sounds good…we are running out of water,"+ you say as you look at the half-empty jug of water sitting next to Zero on the ground. Zero nods as he puts his knife away in his pocket. "Yeah, that's the main thing we're going to look for.