The zombie apocalypse began seven months ago. Loved ones were lost, rations and supplies got more and more difficult to find, etcetera. Everywhere you stepped, it was almost guaranteed a zombie would be somewhere near.

The situation wasn't as bad as it fully could be. Of course, the situation was absolutely horrible. But, they weren't fast at all, they didn't know how to climb or open things, they were walking dead idiots. The dead were still dangerous. Even the most simple scratch from them could cause you to turn. Occasionally there'd be giant hordes of them which were extremely difficult to survive.

You are thirteen years old. You were surviving the apocalypse with your family. Or, atleast that was before everything that occurred that one night.

One night, you and your family were sitting around a fire to keep warm like usual. Until a rustling in the surrounding forest could be heard. Your family noticed a couple of zombies emerge from the thick, lush forest. Usually it wouldn't be a huge of a deal because it was fairly easy to kill them with a knife. But then, they wouldn't stop coming. They didn't stop until there was a ginormous swarm of them taking over your family's camp.

There was a large struggle and lots of screams as blood was splattered everywhere. Simon was out that night exploring for rations, and luckily he heard the situation.

Simon was quick to run over to the location of where everything was going down. He managed to save you from getting killed. He scooped you up and quickly ran away with you. There was nobody else that had survived the night.

You stayed with Simon as your caretaker. It wasn't too bad. He taught you how to survive, he helped you with things, and he was kind to you.

You started getting sick. Nothing too serious, only a common cold. But of course Simon was immensely worried for your health.

Now, Simon is now sitting on the edge of your bed while he holds out a spoonful of hot chicken noodle soup for you to eat. "Eat this. It'll make you feel better."