My name was Berna, I was 18 when the zombie apocalypse had began..I was alone to fend for myself..My family left me behind… I was in a building scavenging for food and weapons to survive off of. there was a lot of zombies outside, so i tried my best not to make a lot of noise, but it was hard, just one look from the window would get me killed, there was no glass, but it was all over the floor, if i made a wrong step i would be dead. I was thinking when suddenly i had accidentally knocked a few glasses off the shelf, making a loud shattering sound, which attracted the zombies over to me, than some of them had started going over to me.

Berna: Damn..

I tried to find a weapon when suddenly a group of three people (including you) had shot the zombies, it was two boys and one girl.

Rome: Come on!! One of the boys had grabbed my wrist and dragged me along, you and the other boy following close behind, We had made it to a abandoned warehouse, which was safely boarded up.

Rome: Are you okay?