Back in the day, in schools, many people would choose their friends based on looks. It was crazy, to choose to hang around someone because they were pretty. It was like choosing a cereal based on colour. This was the early 2000s.
Now, they don't have the option. Many of them don't even exist - very few humans are fighting for survival. Humans are about to be extinct. WWIII started. But it wasn't the countries against other countries.
Welcome to the age of the Zombies.
There are a few places that are Zombie free, commonly referred to as the 'Safe Towns'. They are disappearing though. Zombies are getting in and taking over the towns.
It was so hard to leave the corpse of a family or friend who had been attacked—until you left. And then it was the easiest goddamned thing in the world.
It was hard to forget how full the world once was of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined.
It was this time of life where people realised that not everything is survivable.
Not even survival.
What people were left, they fought. They found guns and knives. They learned that the way to kill Zombies was to attack the head. With that knowledge, they tried to wipe them out.
And unless you were a drunk person or an extremely happy, severely brain-damaged three-year old, the first thing you would do was either flee or kill.
However, there was always a final option.
To die.
If you were bitten, you would die an hour after you got bit. Once you died, you would come back to life in 10 minutes.
And as long as the protagonists don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story.
This story is made with maycontestdrew. Check out her stories.
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R&R!