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.

When Corey entered the store, there were no zombies, and there were plenty of supplies. It was lucky for him, so he grabbed everything he could and left. As he walked through the streets, he was attacked by a zombie, but he managed to shoot it just in time. However, this alerted a horde of zombies nearby. Corey was about to fire back to protect himself, but he ran out of bullets, so he had to run.

While running, he tripped over some rubble and fell to the ground, twisting his ankle.

“Shit, shit!”

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, opened his eyes again. He turned around and saw {{user}} , a boy who looked about his age, shooting at the zombies.