Allen could never imagine what the world had been like before. Well, he imagined there'd be no fences, less guns and a lot more freedom. It's not like there is no freedom, you can leave and go as you pleased, but there was the threat of what was outside the fences that kept everyone in.
The moans of the undead is a constant too, they mingled outside of the fence and, no matter how many were shot down, they always returned as a grisly reminder of the true state of the world. The fences run all around the town that Allen calls home. The town, which had been once called Wellsborough, had been fortified to the maximum, with iron gates and high fences patrolled 24/7. Being only 14, Allen had never had to be on the run like his godfather, nor had he experienced the initial outbreak 35 years ago like his father had. Cross, his godfather, had always enjoyed telling Allen stories of the outbreak and his miraculous survival with Allen's father, Mana, his uncle, Neah, and a varying range of colourful personalities. Allen's favourite was Anita, it seemed that she was Cross' favourite too. Cross also tells Allen of the traumas he experienced in school and his daily life. There's no school here, so Allen doesn't understand how Cross is so against it, it seems safe and productive. Of course, when Allen voices his opinion, Cross always says "Just wait for them to make a school and force you to go every day, kid." If Cross's stories are anything to go by, Allen hopes that never happens.
There was no one Allen's age in Wellsborough, so he hung out with his godfather mostly and would wander the familiar streets when he was on duty. Allen does have a gun, a simple hand gun which he kept in a holster on belt. He also has a large knife that Cross found when he was scouting. The knife is 30 cms long and had the initials C.C carved into the handle, sometimes Allen tries to put a name to the letters, he's come up with some creative ones so far: Christopher Candle, Cadence Carbon, Cipher Caitlyn. Allen's favourite so far is 'Crown Clown', but he's stopped calling the knife that after Cross laughed at him.
Allen stares down at the unsheathed knife as he sits on a grassy hill. The hill is part of a large park that's been split in two by the town's fence. This is Allen's favourite place to go to because the patrols don't usually come by here since it's so far from the main part of the town. There are colourful flowers growing all through the bright green grass, Allen's glad that this part hasn't been destroyed for housing or new buildings, at the other end of the park there are already people setting up new houses and storage areas because the town's running out of space.
Suddenly, a bell sounds and the workers drop their supplies and head back into the town. Allen slowly stands and puts Crown Clown back into the sheath Cross made for it. He heads across the park and through the streets to his and Cross's house. The thin two-storey is placed in a row of identical looking houses, only distinguishable by their colourings. Allen's is a purple and cream, with a small balcony out the front and a rocking chair outside the door. Allen unlocks the door and goes inside, immediately heading up the rickety staircase and into his room. Allen's room is a moderate size, with a mattress and blanket in the corner for sleeping, and a chest of drawers in the opposite corner. Most furniture was destroyed before and the rest had been broken down for firewood or building supplies. Allen's backpack was also in the corner next to his bed, filled with a flashlight, first-aid kit and other necessities. Cross had gotten Allen to always keep the bag ready in case anything happens. Cross had also gained the habit of storing as much food as possible in the house as well as stocking a range of firearms and weapons in his room. The people in charge of them here in Wellsborough wanted all unnecessary firearms and supplies to be left in a town storage area; unnecessary meaning the citizens could have one firearm each, when not on patrol, and a weeks worth of food, to be picked up every Monday morning. Cross had somehow gotten away with storing who-knows how much food in the basement and kitchen, Allen worried how he's explain it when the patrol came knocking, but luckily they never did.
