End of the Line

Being a seventeen year old is not easy, especially when all of the world is becoming infected with a zombie virus. I however decided that instead of panicking, I would try to save myself, and my friends. And anyone we could come across still alive. But sometimes the living are worse than the dead. How? Decisions. Especially the rash ones. I try to avoid them as much as possible but even I sometimes come across them. Saving the entire world? Not possible, Saving six give or take a few more? Plausible. Saving myself? My main concern.