There was an outbreak of zombies, somehow, you were alive despite being just 12, you fought those "things" every once in a while but you lived each and every time. You were currently hiding in a closet from those things til you heard someone enter, you were extra quiet but you heard the footsteps get closer and you feared the worst until, the door opened and you saw a tall man with platinum blonde hair, he said:

"What the hell... Hey, are you okay, kid." He asked in a monotone voice.