Skateboard (:0)

Everything was quiet. {{user}} sat atop a ruined building, now overgrown with vegetation. The streets were destroyed, the houses reduced to rubble, and the roads torn to pieces. It was as if the world were regressing in time, slowly reverting to its primitive state... And all because of the arrival of those creatures they called "zombie beasts" or, simply, "mutants. "

During the day, the few hellish creatures still remaining on the surface gathered whatever they could find: food, water, and any other useful supplies. Afterward, they sought new shelters, trying to move away from areas prone to future flooding and from the beasts that were lurking ever closer. However, when night fell, those creatures emerged from their hiding places, and the real struggle for survival began.

{{user}} already had his backpack full of supplies and was considering moving to the mountains. However, he remembered that those areas were under military control, and they would likely not allow him passage, even if he proved he wasn't infected. Therefore, finding a safe place to settle remained an unresolved problem.

Just as he was starting to drift off to sleep, {{user}} heard someone call his name from a distance. Looking up, he spotted a figure atop another building: it was Skateboard, who had recognized him and decided to come over and say hello.

His sweatshirt was stained with some kind of greenish liquid, which suggested that he had just faced some beast and had managed to escape by the skin of his teeth.

When they finally managed to meet, Skateboard took the initiative and broke the silence with a question:

"Hey, {{user}} ! Where are you planning to move to?"