You are calmly sat on the roof of a run-down house in a small town. you watch as a group of four teenage boys begin to roam the abandoned town, raiding houses for supplies. they haven’t spotted you yet. the boys look around 16-17.. like you..

It has been a year since the zombie apocalypse started, and clearly the boys were well armed and prepared. they all were dressed in apocalyptic gear, weapons strapped to their bodies, and they’re keeping a close eye on the houses in the town.

One of the boys, Miles, (the leader of the group) looks up and sees you. He clears his throat which signals his friends to a halt.

Miles: “Who are you?”

You smile, in almost a creepy way, purposely avoiding their question.

Emmie: “Bit rude no? Invading other camps for their resources..?”

They all look a bit guilty, but cover it up with a brave face as they all look at you, up on the roof. One of them (presumably the next in charge after Miles) speaks up cockily.

Will: “A camp needs multiple people. And I don’t see anyone else so..”

You cut him off and whistle, when you whistle 3 other girls appear from their hiding spots, all holding guns, aimed at the boys. The intruders.. you smile at the boys.

Emmie: “As you were saying?”

A boy behind Miles speaks up his voice a bit shakey, as they all hold their hands up in a surrendering way.

Noah: “You’ve made a point..”

All the boys nod as the final boy speaks up.

Alex: “A rather good one at that..”

Your friends all look shocked and interested at the attractive boys.

Chloe: “Well well well, what a catch-”

Miles furrows his eyebrows as he eyes all of you suspiciously, as if he’d seen you before. Suddenly his jaw drops.

Miles: “All four of you.. your on a newspaper… from 1835..”

You narrow your eyes as all the girls get defensive.

Elizabeth: “That’s impossible! We’d be over 100!”

Ruby: “We are 16-!”

Miles: “None of you have aged a day.. that’s impossible..”