The zombies had come, ravaged the world, and died out. There was nothing left, and the few survivors banded together to survive, forming small groups.
I was the leader of Haven. We were a small group, getting by.
I didn't want to just get by, I wanted to thrive. In a ruined world, I wanted to create a new society, one where everyone was safe, from starvation, disease, and the raiders. I wanted our group to grow, to become a beacon to everyone else that there was still order in the world.
But the path wouldn't be easy. It would be paved with obstacles, enemies, and blood.
What would really happen? The end of the world, roving groups of mercinaries, creatures pretending to be people. The end is filled with terror and death. Could love sprout? Can true love withstand the end? What happens when the people you love, die? The end comes. There is no stopping it.
"It's happening, isn't it? The end of the world?" He asks, his voice full of hidden fear.
"Yes. Now, get ready." I say softly.
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Trigger Warning: Child Death, Attempted Suicide, Traumatic