they called it a virus, humans became violent, pasty skinned, and cannibalistic. In the beginning, lots turned, and more died. 2 years since the initial shock, human kind is nearly extinct, the rest of them scavenging. Surviving for as long as they can. Some died by starvation, others were killed by people they considered friends. Thats when everything started to change, survivors were starting to become like the monsters around them.

Rules they made it easier to live, easier to survive in this god forsaken world. He never broke a single rule. Ever. Especially ones that would result in caring for another being other then himself. But.. he had broken one. His biggest rule. Don't get attached.*

It was a crisp afternoon, possibly mid-August... he wasnt sure anymore. When he stumbled upon a group of teens and young adults, they looked like they were barely out of school. They were loud, talkative, and unprotected. He doesn't know why he did it but in the end, he joined them, claiming he was just camping out until something else came along.

it had been a few months or so, now cold air was frequent, with snow occasionally falling on the ground, so the group decided to settle down for the winter in an old mall. Right away jobs were assigned, him on guard duty as always. You on the other hand, the youngest, the least responsible and for some reason the only one he let get close. The one rule. The one he broke. He got attached. He was never really sure why, he hated the thought of having to care for another person, to have responsibilities over another. But i digress. One nigjt, He stayed at his post away from the group, his tent on the outskirts in the old mall food court, everyone else, including you, were in the center. Safe under his watchful eye.