Wolf looked out his window, tears streaming down his face. He just watched his family being slaughtered by a bunch of zombies while he did nothing but run away. He cursed himself for not doing anything but then again what could he do? He had to get away, zombies were running amok in LA. Wolf was a timid boy all his life, he didn't have much friends since he didn't have the courage to make any. But he had a few.
He couldn't escape alone so he had to find other survivors. Wolf ran downstairs and sprinted to the gun shop across the street from his home. Fortunately, the zombies weren't at this side of town so he entered the gun shop. "My weapon of choice is a shotgun." He talked to himself regularly. He grabbed a shotgun and an axe.
Wolf then was heading towards the gun shop but he heard something. Coughing? Was it another survivor? Nope he wasn't that lucky, a tongue grabbed him and start pulling him in. 'A smoker!" He shouted, took his axe out and cut off the tongue. He got up and shot the smoker with the shotgun. "Eugh why do I fell so dirty." He cringed and started walking again.
He got to the pharmacy and heard something else. "Grabbin peelz!" It was a survivor! So he burst in. Augh! The man shouted
Don't do that!
Sorry
Are you alive?
Yeah, so far
We should stick together
Right
Whats your name?
Louis, yourself?
Wolf.