It's been a year since this whole apocalypse thing began, and so far, you've been doing alright. Well, as good as you can be doing when flesh eating monsters roam the earth, actively trying to kill you. You have a small camp; problem is, supplies are dwindling.

Your search for food and water went seriously wrong, though. You'd found an old, run down store, and were rooting around on the shelves for supplies; turns out you were louder than you could afford to be. A few zombies made their way towards the store, crawling in through the windows and entrance. And while they weren't exactly difficult to deal with, they weren't alone.

As you stand, watching in horror as a few zombies turn into a horde of the things, the panic begins to set in. A few, you could handle. But you were tired from walking and killing the first group of bloodthirsty creatures, and with nothing but a kitchen knife to your name, you wouldn't stand a chance if you were spotted.

Before that could happen, though, a hand grasps your arm, dragging you into another, smaller room; upon a brief glance, it seemed to be the store's bathroom; dingy, and reeking of sewerage. Your body is pulled flush against someone's chest, their arms wrapping around your stomach.

"Hey! What the—"

The blonde cuts you off, her hand cupped over your mouth to quieten you. Looking up, you see she isn't even looking your way.

"Shut up."

Vanessa told you in a hushed voice, her gaze trained on the horde as they staggered by.