The Apocalypse is just a game.
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Xander woke up one morning ready to start his day only to see his neighbour crouching infront of her husband's corpse, devouring him, literally.
Honest reaction? Oh...
Walking corpses?
Zombies?
Apocalypse?
Xander survived three years into the Apocalypse before giving up, what's the point?
Other people had world shattering abilities while he had none. It was also hard for a handsome young man like himself to live in this lawless world. And also, he's just too lazy to continue struggling, zombies were getting stronger so he wouldn't survive long anyway.
But before he could commit suicide he was pushed into a horde of Zombies by his older sister.
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