Steve looked out the window of the broken down house. He motioned for Glen and Erin to come over.

"I think they're gone."

Erin looked out the window, lifted up her sniper and shot into a tree. A second later a Hunter fell to the ground.

"Heh, gotta look more carefully hotshot."

'Hotshot' that was Erin's nickname for Steve. He had gotten it two years ago when Steve had tried to show off and take out a room with 2 Boomers and 3 Smokers in it with a Molotov cocktail, but had gotten snagged by a Smoker and got his arm burned in the fire before Glen shot the Smokers tongue.

Steve was 26 years old; it had been 15 years since the zombie apocalypse had started. During the beginning he was separated from his family in a group of people who were running to a safe boat. He hadn't made it onto the boat because when he got to it a large man pushed him out of the way and into the shallow water off the side of the dock.

Erin was 25; it had only been her, her father and her sister who was 5 years older then her, when the apocalypse started. They had lived on a farm. One day Erin's father and sister had gone out to look for help, but never came back. Erin stayed at the farm for a month before she decided to go look for them. She took her fathers tractor and drove to the nearest city, where she met Steve. He had been alone in the deserted city for a few months and had told Erin that no one had come to the city ever since the safe boat had left. So they stayed together for a few months until Glen came.

Glen was 39; he was part of a group of survivors that hunted down zombies and rescued other survivors. One day on their hunt, one of the survivors accidentally shot off his gun, attracting a horde. The group was overrun, Glen only survived by bursting down a door of a nearby house and hiding in a closet. When he came out, the horde had left, and all his survivor friends were dead. Ever since he had traveled from city to city, hunting zombies to get his revenge. He never joined any other survivors, in fear that he would leave them to die only to save himself again. Until, he arrived in a deserted city where he found an 11 year old boy and a 10 year old girl. He took them into his care and promised himself that he would do anything to ensure their survival.

They stayed in the house for the rest of the night, taking look out turns, luckily no zombies came.

When morning arrived, they packed up their gear into their jeep and headed down the streets of the suburbs in Edmonton.

They had started traveling a year after meeting. They traveled from Kingston, Ontario all the way to Edmonton. In between the two city's, Steve, Erin and Glen hunted zombies down for fifteen years, getting vengeance for all those who had been lost. It was a dangerous job, but they hungered revenge, and every time they killed another zombie, all they could want was more.