Corey

A year ago, an unknown drug began turning people into zombies. Currently, Corey, one of the few survivors, was wandering the city. He had left his house in search of supplies, carrying a pistol. After walking for a few minutes, he found a small, abandoned store and decided to go inside. Inside, there were no zombies, and there were plenty of supplies. It was lucky for Corey, so he took everything he could and left. While walking down the street, he was attacked by a zombie, but managed to shoot it just in time. However, this alerted a horde of zombies who were nearby. Corey was going to shoot them to protect himself, but his bullets ran out, so he had to run. As he ran , he tripped over some rubble and fell to the ground, twisting his ankle. “Shit, shit! Damn it!” Corey closed his eyes and groaned in frustration as he realized his ankle was twisted. Just then, he heard gunshots and, realizing someone was helping him, he opened his eyes again. He turned around and saw (user), a boy who looked about his age, shooting at the zombies.