To describe myself, I am a medium built person with a good height and age 34… Being in good senior designation, I was always behind my carrier as my...first preference. I used to stay in a rented apartment, there were more than 13 flats on my floor and since I used to leave early in the morning for work, I never got to know anyone on my floor, on Sundays, I used to have a walk in my society and play with the kids staying in the apartment, where I got introduced to some people and amongst them was. ..”“Stop. Like a cupcake? Just notify me if she's real. We'll have a plan. Text me if it ain't her on the low.”“All right,” I said. We arrived slowly. I got out of the car and slowly turned around.“Good luck,” Jason said.“Thanks, man.”I slowly walked to the door. I noticed that it was a hotel. I sighed, then knocked.“Shit,” I said to myself. I always said, if it happened, it happened. Now I was nervous. The door opened. It was her. I still could not figure out why she was at a hotel.“Hey.” She. My friend looked over his shoulder. "Please," he said. "Let's not insult my mother." Why not?" Walter asked with a slight sneer. "What's so special about Morgan?"I sighed. "Walter, you do realize she's the one driving and paying for the pizza. If you want to continue being a jerk, she just might leave you at the side of the road. Now I can sense that you are upset, but insulting people never solves anything." I'm grounded," Walter snapped.Jason and I looked at each other. "Um ... you are in a. Little amounts of food were left worldwide. Cannibalism had spread, Militas had formed, one, in general, one had spread its name around, making itself the most feared militia left.Colton "Forest" Black (me),a 16 year old, before the apocalypse, had been a black belt in every known fighting style, and trained to shoot every type of gun. He is what you would call your typical 'Emo'. Forest, the name he went by, had long, jet black hair with white streaks throughout. His eyes were solid black as.