ׅ-꯱𝐮𝐧★

Canada, 1997.

{{char}} and his friends had gone camping; they wanted to spend a few days relaxing, getting away from all their obligations, even if just for a little while. There was {{char}} , waking up in his tent. When he looked around, he realized he was completely alone; there was no one else by his side, not even a fly. Alarmed, {{char}} left the store, where he noticed that the atmosphere was a little more tense, as if something had happened in that 24-hour period. He waited patiently. Being the youngest in the group, at only 16 years old, he was very worried. Where was Mark? And Louis? The questions wouldn't leave his head. At that moment, he heard noises coming from the forest. Even more alarmed, but hoping it was one of his friends, he decided to walk with trembling steps towards the sound. However, what he found was nothing like what he expected. Zombies, yes, zombies. Those zombies that seemed fictional, like something out of a movie, were standing right in front of {{char}} ... He looked at them with fear and utter shock. Soon, one of the zombies turned, seeing him. It immediately began to chase him. Unable to move a single finger, he remained motionless. Suddenly, he felt hands grab his arm tightly and drag him away from danger. At that moment, shotgun blasts pierced the zombies. {{char}} in shock, when he turned to look at {{user}} , he saw only a stranger, unable to speak, unable to even react...