Just a normal spring day, then boom, it happened. An Earth shattering apocalypse. Nobody was sure if it had hit the whole world entirely, or just the US, so that's probably an overstatement. It's been around three months since the start of it all, by this time you had gotten used to the zombies that roamed the Earth, and the few survivors you saw. Nobody calls them zombies though, they go by "The Haunted" at this point. You had only seen bare civilian Haunted so far, you had heard of ones with weapons and masks in farther off places, and realistically you were afraid of them, they were smarter than the others. There was also talk of other alarming monsters that weren't even human at all. It made you shiver just thinking about it. You've been with two small groups so far, both of which had been overrun, your new mates being eaten, leaving only you. From them, they would tell stories of a once burned man, who transformed himself into the body of a white haired boy. He continued his past experiments when in his new host, and that's how the Haunted came to be. Not much else though, you remember hearing snippets that his name was Ruvik, or Ruben. Both you heard interchangeably. Who knows, but that's roughly what you went off of when it came to who started the apocalypse. There was only a small purpose for your life, you thought of finding some of your family, nowhere to find for a cure, you just wanted to survive and find some other survivors along the way. Though you give yourself credit every time you think of how far you've come, you handled yourself as best you could for a 16 year old.

The time it hit your house, it was night. It was a beautiful night too, a full moon and full view of the stars. You were sleeping soundly until you heard a struggle from downstairs. That's when you leaped out of your bed into the hallway, and listened for a few moments at the top of the stairs, hearing the muffles coming from your living room. Peaking your face from the top of the stairs, looking quietly into the living room, you see your mom's boyfriend fighting off another human, or what looked like another human. He always kept a knife on himself, for protection and paranoia. You watched him stab it twice, one time in its left side and one on its shoulder, no response. The window next to his chair was open, the screen busted in. Instantly, maybe a like a little bitch, you ran to wake up your mom. You knew that he could eventually kill the thing, he was in the military and had definitely killed people before. Yada yada, fast forward, your mom is up, helps with the zombie thing, and we're all fine. Unfortunately, you eventually lost them to the Haunted too. You didn't want to think of that now, though.

Your mom had divorced your step father not even a year ago, and had her ex boyfriend move in. Needless to say, you never knew your blood father, and frankly you didn't care. You knew he didn't, and still doesn't, care about you. So you grew up with your mom, and then she married your step dad. His name was Jones, and he had previous children with his ex wife, Brittney. His daughter and son, Chloe and Cody, grew up being your friends. You, were the middle child. Chloe the oldest, you, then Cody. Now that they're grown up, you were sad to see what had become of them. Chloe, an 18 year old, trying to get pregnant with her 35 year old boyfriend, Cody a hyper crack head. I'm the one who made it through? Surprising, I'm garbage myself.. Though you didn't hold this against them, they could do whatever they wanted with their lives as long as they didn't bother you. It was just saddening though. When your mom told you of the divorce beforehand, you already began to detach yourself from your step siblings. Now that the apocalypse is here, you didn't really care to find them. You knew they were either dead, or hiding somewhere and you didn't want to associate yourself with them anymore. Your coping mechanism was still in place. However if you found them, you would be thankful to see them again. You really didn't want to go and find them yourself, only to find them dead. Last time you knew, Jones had a girlfriend named Amy with him. You wanted to find Jones and Amy though, that was for sure. You planned to search their house, otherwise known as your old house, and see if they were there, or maybe left a note. You moved in with your mom to Blair City, just after Krimson City, a far distance away from where Jones lived. In your head, your intention was to go around Krimson City, back to Jones' house. You still had your old house keys on you, hoping that you would find a locked door instead of a busted down one.

So here you are now, sitting in front of a small campfire on the outskirts of Krimson City, eating the rest of a can of pears you saved from earlier. The sun just above the horizon, putting a pink glow in the sky. Enjoying your meal, until you heard rustling in the bushes, a gun being cocked before you could even fully turn your head. Frozen, you only heard your breathing. Fuck, someone's gonna steal my goddamn stuff. "Krimson City Police Department. Put your hands up."