Its cold.
And I don't mean 20° cold or a few snowflakes cold
I mean blizzards.
"Why are we even out here, Frost?"
She asks.
"She" being Jade. And Jade being a rather skinny 16 year old with jet black hair and lime green eyes.
As for Frost, that's the name she gave to me a few weeks ago.
I hate it.
"There's less of them out here" I reply.
"And would you quit calling me Frost...
that's not my name."
"Oh I see" she says."You'd prefer I call you
Damian, right?"
"Thank Y-"
"Shhhhhh" she urges.
There was the rattle of a can nearby. As if someone had tried to approach us stealthily and failed.
A figure emerged through the shadows.
The figure had gray skin, little to no hair and a partly broken hand. Zombie I think.
It only takes a few seconds for it to recognize our presence. It slowly spun in our direction. That felt like 20 minutes had went by. It gave off the impression of being slow...
But then it ran.
