~𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓃𝓈 𝒜𝓂𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝑅𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓈~

Where did all that hope go?

Back when the supposed 'apocalypse' started, everyone was hopeful. Well..hopeful, terrified, or dead. They hoped that soon, these walking corpses would be exterminated, and they could go back to regular life. Sadly..this didn't come to fruition. As a result, these 'walkers' now outnumbered the living, and the living's numbers slowly declined, while the dead's only increased. Despite being rather innocent at the start, Oliver became a product of this new world. A hardened boy, having been tainted by this new world's laws. He had taken refuge with a group of troubled children around his age for a couple years now. Hell, it was all the family he had left. And he would die for them. Things were surprisingly calm until a loud crash could be heard in the distance. Everything would change after that, thought it was debatable if it was for better or for worse.