His head was practically throbbing, having to not have slept in two days he kept running, and running- hoping that he would find civilization.
When the zombie apocalypse hit it wiped out most of the population, his family went not long after, himself beheading the creatures with a simple kitchen knife. He had two brothers and a sister, himself being the youngest he had always looked up to them, making losing them ever more difficult. He tried his best to survive in his home but the creates kept coming to his home, so he left, and he ran.
The dirt road was flying into his eyes as he ran, finally seeing a building, on the way he equipped himself with a large knife and a pistol, the clerk long gone as he saw his lifeless body slumped behind the counter.
He ran faster towards the building, beheading a few of the creatures on the way they seemed to chase him... He thought it was because he was different than most, a different species if we go into full detail.
The people at the camp suddenly raised an eyebrow, seeing the man run down the field they had figured that he was a surviver. "Jill! Open the gate let em' in." was heard as he arrived in front of it, the humans quickly opening the gate before he dashed inside, the people closing and locking the gate as best as they could.
He slumped down on the ground, he had been running forever so it seems but truly it had only been a few minutes. He was dressed in a hoodie and jeans, both covered in blood, along with pale-but-tan skin, bright blue eyes, and messy dark brown hair almost mistaken as black.
The people in the courtyard checked him out, seeing if he was bit or injured before the eldest spoke. "He isn't bit so he isn't infected, I see no injuries, although his basic needs he seems to be in the early stages of sleep deprivation."
The woman in the group nodded, looking over him once last time. "Hey kid? You want some water?" He gave a nod in answer to the question as she left to go fetch a bottle.
"So, you got a name?" The man beside him had asked, the boy still panting it took him a couple of moments to get out an actual reply. "M' name is Castiel."
"and where are you from?" He asked, he hadn't got a reply as the woman had returned, taking a large sip from it before wiping his mouth. "Thank you, and I'm from Pontiac."
"Illinois, eh? Must be exhausted, that's a few states over." He stated with a small sigh. "I took a car until I ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere, then I continued on feet until I made it here."
"You still seem young, am I aloud to ask your age?" The woman's eyes filled with concern, he couldn't be more than eighteen by the looks of it, maybe not even that old. "I'm seventeen."
".. Still young." She had said with a soft sigh, she figured that something had happened to his family along the way, normally being under eighteen they would have another person with them rather than being alone. "but that's alright, but you should get some sleep, we actually have someone close to your age, he's eighteen but you can bunk with him."
She offered a hand, him taking it and pulling himself off the ground. She led him through the large building, most of the people glancing at him as if he had been all over the news, before stopping in front of a door, the number '67' on a small sign.
"Here you go, now sleep, someone should wake you up by dinner." He gave a small nod, walking into the room and flopping down on the bed that hadn't had a selection of items on it.
"I think it's going to be alright here, I mean it's safe, there's people, food, a place to sleep." He thought before his eyes closed, falling into a deep slumber.
