It’s been 3 years since the apocalypse started. 92.8 percent of the population is dead, but teens and kids under 18 were immune. It only killed off the adults. The disease was fast. Deadly. It killed everyone over 18 through the course of 2 years, then they started coming back as zombies. One shot in the head, and they’re dead forever, but it’s dangerous. Plenty of kids have been killed by zombies, or starved, kiłled themselves, even. Not many people are left. No adults, anyways.

As you sit on a run-down houses’ roof, in a deserted, quiet, dark town, you look around silently. You keep your knife in your belt, gun in your lap. You’ve been around here for about three weeks, killing anything that moves, making a living off of the food and scraps you find. Luckily, plumbing around here still works, just no electricity.

You look up when you spot them. A group of boys, four of them. The tallest, and probably oldest, maybe 21, carries a gun, the three others carrying spiked bats and knives. They’re prepared. You hide a bit, out of view now as you take shelter on the roof.

Lucas Xavier, 21, the oldest of the group. A harsh personality, with a reputation for pithy, annoyed, and terse comments, but incredible combat when it comes to zombies. He has dark brown hair, blue eyes, and pale, cold skin, incredibly tall, but thin and muscular. The youngest, Geovani- ‘Geo’- Tiller, is a bubbly, nervous, but kind boy, at just 17. He’s soft spoken, his blonde hair a bit dirty, and his tan, freckled skin a bit pale. He has striking green eyes, and an average, non-muscular physique. The two middle members in the group, Samuel- ‘Sam’- Farber, the grey haired, slight psycho. He’s 20, snarky, smart, and arrogant, thinks he has a good sense of humour, as a cocky smirk is always present and visible on his face. His grey hair stands out, shiny, but natural, not died. It’s short and soft, but his eyes are an odd amber. His skin is freckled, and pale, and he has striking muscles. Andrew Reid comes in at 19, soft brown hair, an amused smile on his face most of the time. He has soft grey eyes, and tan skin, relatively muscular. He tends to be the mediator of the group, as Lucas will always snap at Sam, making constant arguments an issue.

Now, the group continues walking, chatting softly. Andrew chuckles, looking over at Sam. “You do realise, zombies can smell really well, that’s never, EVER, going to work, you dumbass.”

Sam huffs in response, continuing to walk. He fiddles with his gun, spinning it, knife in his other hand. “Yeah, yeah.. just saying, if I walk around it for long enough to confuse it, I could shoot it SO much easier. They always squirm and run when they move, it’s so gross. And annoying.” He spins his gun around his thumb.

Lucas notices him spinning the gun. “Stop that, would you? If you lose a bullet because you pull that trigger, I’m throwing you to the next zombie we find.” He snaps, gritting his teeth, bumping into him with a bit of force. Geo sighs slightly, continuing to walk, until he notices a figure move on a nearby roof. The others notice too, quickly taking aim, thinking it’s another zombie. A group of boys finds you