theburgershed
A globe of the rotten, a group of friends and a handful of supplies and weapons. They sure aren't the greatest set of minds, but will they live to see tomorrow? Or will total annihilation of humanity catch up to them and stain each one of their footprints bloody?
The clock turns slowly, the sky folds into a sleepy appearance, piercing and luminous eyes linger in the distance. I swear, I will get us through this night if it is the last humane thing I do.
This story ranges from the different characters perspectives of first person and third person.