the apocalypse. zombies. surviving. thats your reality. you carry around an axe to defend yourself, though most the time you’re too scared to use it. its a miracle youve lived this long.

you’re currently hiding under a counter in a gas station. clicking. a zombie is near. click. click. click. it’s getting closer.

you act. you go over the counter and hit its neck with your axe, blood going everywhere. a girl stands, watching you. a zombie girl. you raise your axe, but she flinches.. they never flinch