it had been three years since the zombie apocalypse, and the dead town was filled with the stench of decay—bodies, half-alive mutated animals, and crumbling buildings. alone in an abandoned structure, you were scavenging for food when you heard movement. you investigated and found a boy crafting a weapon from debris.

he pointed it at you, approaching cautiously as he demanded your name. 'name or i’ll hurt you,' he said in an unexpectedly soft voice that struck you as oddly cute…