Zach

It was a chilly day in Atlanta, and Zachary Williams had been traveling on the road for a while now. He was by himself, every group he had been in was destroyed by Walkers, or by other people. He sat down next to an old pickup truck and took his backpack off. He opened it up to find a pair of binoculars, a Snickers bar, and a bottled water. He devoured half of the Snickers bar within minutes, and drank some of his water. He put the materials back into his backpack and slung it back onto his shoulders. He got back up and continued to follow the long road. He was praying about finding another person when he smelled smoke. Hope rose up into his soul as he started to jog towards the source, thinking that there could be other survivors besides himself.

Zach finally got to the source of fire, and was let down at the sight of a burning prison surrounded by Walkers. The twenty year old boy sat down in the grass and looked at the scene. He took his binoculars out of his backpack and observed the sight. There had been a tank that was also destroyed, but it had done its damage to the prison. The prison itself was burning, and Walkers were aimlessly walking around it. He knew that everyone in that prison had to be dead, so he didn't get his hope up again. Part of him wished that the tank wasn't destroyed, but even if it wasn't, he wouldn't know how to drive it. He put his binoculars back into his backpack and let out a long sigh, he was feeling hopeless.

Bridget

Bridget Atwood had been running from a herd of Walkers that had driven her deep into the forest off of the road she was traveling on. She had finally lost them, but she was deep into the woods. She sat down onto a decent sized rock and fixed a piece of blonde hair that had fell onto her face. The eighteen year old was lost and confused. She knew her parents were dead, she had to watch her mother eat her father alive. Her best friend named Jerry had tried to save Bridget's father, only to be eaten himself. Everyone that Bridget ever cared about was gone or killed. She cried herself to sleep some nights, it eased the pain that she felt. She was thinking about her parents when a strange scent awakened her from her thoughts. It was the smell of smoke. She debated on going towards the smell, and she decided that it was for the best if she did.

Bridget stood up and started to walk, and about thirty minutes later, she was at the sight. She looked at the burning prison that stood in front of her and sighed. "This is pointless." Bridget thought to herself as she looked at the prison with sheer amazement. This place probably held people who thrived, but now it was a pile of trash. She saw the tank and already hated the people who decided to attack the prison. The place looked like an all out warzone, bodies were being eaten by Walkers, and things were destroyed. She looked at her surroundings and noticed a figure lying in the grass. The figure was a good ways off, but it didn't look like a Walker. Hope started to rise inside of her, but she didn't get too excited. She started to make her way towards the figure, hoping that her luck was going to change. Bridget made her way to the figure and finally reached it.

"Are you alive?" Bridget asked, she knew that sounded pretty dumb, but she couldn't think of anything better to ask the person.

"That's a stupid question, but yeah. I'm alive last time I checked." Zach said sarcastically, but with a smile.

"Anyways, let's ignore my stupid comment. I'm Bridget Atwood, and you are..." The blonde asked Zach with a smirk.

"Zachary Williams." Zach said, finishing Bridget's sentence for her.

"Let me guess, you smelled the smoke and it led you here?" Bridget asked Zach with a smirk, he followed the smell for the same reason she did.

"Yep. I thought for sure I would find a huge group, and a nice house or something. Guess I was pretty wrong, huh?" Zach asked her, also returning a smirk. He observed that Bridget looked about to be his age, maybe a bit younger perhaps.

"Yep. I was wishing for the same thing. I was devastated at first, but at least I'm not the only person alive in this world." Bridget said to Zach with a warm smile. She wondered how many people were still surviving in this world.

"I agree. We shouldn't stand here and talk, we could be ambushed by Rotters at any given moment. I say you and I find shelter, then we can talk." Zach suggested as he eyed a Walker that was getting closer to them.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea to me." Bridget told him, also taking note of the Walker.

"Let's get out of here." Zach said. He started to walk into direction he had came from.

Bridget liked the new person, and decided to stick with him to see how things turned out. She followed behind his footsteps and hoped that they could find shelter and more survivors. They made their way to the road as the sun started to set.