I think what bothered me most about the whole thing was the way it all went down. I mean if the zombie apocalypse were to happen you would expect there to be some sort of warning; a sign from the government, the doctors, the people? But there was no sign in our situation. Not even the people with underground burrows for this sort of things saw this one coming. I sat on top of the watch post, looking out onto the run down street covered in debris and flipped over cars. How could the world have gone to shit within 6 days? People dying left and right, trying to survive as best they could before those things got to them. Those things otherwise known as Biters, Walkers, and most commonly referred to as Zombies….
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.