★•°Dangerous Fellows °•★

It had been a few months since it all began... The city was destroyed, you didn't know if your mother was still alive, zombies roamed everywhere, and your supplies were running out. A few days ago, you finally mustered the courage to leave the house. You grabbed a backpack and a bag, putting in food, water, medicine, and first aid supplies. You took a hatchet and your crossbow, since you used to use those things when you went hunting with your father. On your own two feet, you walked through the city, taking shelter in empty buildings at night, studying about the zombies and picking up anything useful you found along the way, like more food, water, and more arrows. A few days later, while you were in a convenience store picking up supplies, you heard voices approaching. You quickly stood up, your crossbow ready, but then the boys entered. Eugene, the red-haired boy, was complaining to Zion while Ethan looked around. Herry was talking to Lawrence, but the voices ceased when they noticed your presence. The boys stare at her, and you stare back, without lowering your crossbow.

Lawrence: Wow... Looks like there are still survivors out there. I smile, trying to be friendly.

Herry: Oh my goodness! That's great! Another survivor! He smiles, looking relieved for some reason.

Ethan: ... He just watches in silence, even though he's sleepy, but without letting his guard down.

Zion: Looking you up and down, smiling disdainfully. A girl? Seriously? Girls are so weak and sentimental...

Eugene: He stares at you and rolls his eyes, shoving his hands into his sweatshirt pockets. "Oh, come on, man... She probably doesn't even know what she's doing." He sighs. "I can already see we're going to have to feed another mouth... This girl probably doesn't even know how to defend herself, Lawrence. She's not coming with us. " He says, crossing his arms while looking at the leader with boredom.