The early morning noise of growling zombies alerted any survivors hiding out in the city that they had to wake up. A built-in alarm clock you can't turn off until... ever really. There was no hope but in Zak's mind life went on as per usual. The small boy had been hiding out in a small building and had jolted awake when he heard crashing downstairs. Not my normal alarm but oh well. He picked up his blood-stained baseball bat and made his way down to the next floor. The stench of the rotting corpses filled his nose and he felt the urge to not investigate and just go back to sleep. Yet he continued towards the smell knowing that if he left it would most likely be his doom. He peeked into the room closest to him and behold said wandering corpse. He walked closer to it and realised its head was stuck in the window. He nearly pitied the mindless creature but stopped the sudden emotion by shoving it out the window. It made a pretty loud crash when it hit the ground which probably wasn't the smartest idea. More groans sounded from outside the building. Oh shit. He raced to the nearest window to look out the front of the building. Surely enough zombies were coming from everywhere just to kill him. Not just any old boring zombie either. These were mostly the Quick ones and he did manage to see some normal and plagued. Not good! Then the doors burst open and they started racing in to kill him. He ran back up to his floor and grabbed all his stuff which wasn't very much. His spare clothes, toothbrush, sleeping bag and pocket knife. Now he had to find a safe spot to wait it out. He found a crack in the wall near the door and slipped into the wall. There were dead mice everywhere but hopefully there would be no mutants. He waited there for hours but the hoard never came. He didn't even hear them once. He contemplated stepping out the wall and making a run for another building. He was just about to when voices interrupted his thoughts.

"Maybe there wasn't someone in here," a male voice sighed clearly frustrated. His accent was noticeable, but Zak couldn't remember what it was.

"Well if there isn't, we scored ourselves a nice place to stay for the night," another voice answered. He decided to stay in the wall and wait until he could potentially attack the unknown people. The reason for this plot was just in case they were imposters. Yet a small possibility stung Zak's mind. What if they're survivors? He inhaled sharply and finally the unknown people had reached the room he was hiding in.

"This place looks untouched by any zombies," a voice commented. "There must be someone here." One pair of footsteps got gradually closer as the other one faded slightly. The person was approaching him quick, so he gripped his baseball bat preparing to swing the moment he was revealed. The other person moved the door letting light into Zak's hiding spot. He didn't have any time to look at the person he just swung wildly. He managed to hit the person once in what felt like the arm. Then the frightening sound of a loaded gun made him stop. He was now able to see. The person he had hit wore a sleek black and red hoodie with a backpack. His green eyes sparkled in the sunlight from behind his glasses. Then he looked towards the other one who was holding the gun. He too had glasses but his eyes were a darker brown. He wore a black and white sweater. Zak now began to take note of the weapons on them. Green eyes had an axe and a butcher's knife. Brown eyes had the gun obviously and a machete.

"Put down the gun," green eyes hissed. Brown eyes lowered the weapon but kept his hands on it. "Hi there," the hooded man now addressed Zak. "I'm Darryl and this is Vincent. We are not imposters. Now who are you?"

"None of your business!" Zak nearly yelled. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have zombies to outrun." Zak darted for the door, but Darryl grabbed his arm.

"We took care of the zombies," Zak rolled his eyes.

"There's no way two people can take out a hoard that big."

"Yes, there is," Vincent now joined in looking particularly pissed. "Your welcome." Zak shrugged Darryl off him and looked out the window. The sun was setting. What a pleasant time of the day. Night time would certainly have him killed especially when the zombies knew where he was.

"If you want you can stay with us," Darryl offered with a smile. "I feel like you could use the company."

"I don't need anyone!" Zak spat retreating back into his hole in the wall.

"Let's go Darryl," Vincent shrugged. The two then exited Zak's makeshift house. Thoughts whirled inside Zak's head. Soon he landed on a plan and picked up his backpack. Now that the two unknown people had left, he would follow them. It was true. He had been lonely ever since the apocalypse started and it would be alright to hang out near them seeing as they took out a big hoard. He now followed behind them silently leaving a big distance between so they wouldn't notice him. He just wanted to stay near them for the night so he could be safe then move on. It sucks when you get too attached to people in the apocalypse.

Finally i get the motivation to start writing this. Im really hoping for this story tbh. I wnat it to be enjoyable for all including me

Also let me know if my third person is terrible cause im a bit rusty