The zombie apocalypse has begun. Only the elite have what it takes to survive. What does it take to be one of the elite? Intellegance, creativity, courage, and determination. The average human can't be all these things alone, what they need is a team. Will you brave the zombie apocalypse and more importantly, will you survive?
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"those are my thoughts exactly." zoya said with a grin.
"And the biters moved on, probably..." Logan added.
"i'm not suprised, the undead probbably got them all." zoya said with a shrug
Logan looked around then motioned towards a town. "Seems empty..."
"fair enough." zoya said stepping outside. She looked around quickly. "so far, no undead"
"Same here, but I left mine at home." Logan said, opening the door for Zoya.
"Makes sense" zoya securing her sword to her belt. "i prefer using blades."
"Tesla whip." Logan explained, putting the gloves on. "Weapon of my own design."
"what's that?" zoya asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.
"Give me a sec." Logan said pulling what looked like a metal whip out of his bag, connected to a rubber glove.
"so let's get the supplies and get out of here" zoya said.
"I think the biters have moved on, actually..." Logan said thoughtfully, listening
Zoya crawls out of the pillow fort. "we should look for suplies"
Logan chuckled and shrugged. "Alright, alright."
Zoya shoved him off. "i don't need to be hugged twenty four seven."
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