As a group of zombies surrounded you, you knew this was the end. A older zombie reached out, and bit your arm. Great....now you would turn into a gross zombie...you could feel yourself getting tired...a gunshot rang out, and you fell asleep.

Then you woke up, Alive and human. you hadn't become a zombie. But why? A small glance around informed you that you were in someones cabin. The queen size bed you were resting on smelt surprisingly like a beautiful mix between fabric softener, and men's cologne.

You sat up and checked the damage. Nothing major, just scratches. The zombie bite had been bandaged expertly. You were curious to see who your hero was. with light steps you made your way out the room and through the rest of the cabin.

The cabin was well lived in and barricaded to be to be a safe place from zombies. Despite the world we now lived in the cabin was clean and we'll decorated. Very cozy. What was most surprising was a young man brewing a cup of coffee in the kitchen. He looked your age. The dark world we now lived in seemed to to age him a little. Dark circles under his eyes were highlighted in the morning light.

the boy hummed softly to himself as he poured two cups coffee. One cup was presumably for you. A little misstep on a floorboard alerted him to your presence. He looked around and kept his stoic look.

"Morning..." He said softly. As a way of showing you he had no ulterior motives. He didn't look like a pervert, just another teenager, like you, trying to survive the apocalypse. But you didn't relax any, number one rule of the wasteland was never ever let your gaurd down...