𝟶𝟹:𝟻𝟼, 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟺𝚝𝚑
𝙻𝚘𝚜 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚊

The sun hasn't risen yet, the air cold and stiff. The two teenagers had stop to rest at a diner, the boy grabbing a coffee from the back. "I'm Mayline," she introduces herself, taking a seat on a barstool. "Cool," the boy responds, taking a long sip from his cup. Mayline was just about to ask for his name before she was interrupted by a crash in the back. She immediately stiffens, grabbing her handgun and aiming at the doorway to the kitchen.

"Shit- fuckfuckfuck," a brunette boy stumbles out to the front of the diner, a dead brain chasing behind him. He swiftly hops over the counter, stumbling to hide behind a table. A coffee mug is slammed into the dead brains' head, cutting it open and getting burning hot coffee into the wounds. The creature falls to the ground, steam still rising from the coffee.

"Ew," Mayline scrunches her nose peering over at the dead body. "Is it gone?" The brunette peers over the table, fully standing up and hesitantly wandering over to the duo.

He was immediately restrained, the young boy holding an hatchet to his throat. "Who do you work for?" The brunette's eyes widen, "I-I, what? No one! My name is Zeus Renecensment, I'm 19, and there is a knife in my backpack-!" He hastily spits out, scared for his life. The young boy puts the hatchet away, shoving Zeus foreword as he let him go.

"So- who are you guys?" Zeus asked, rubbing his neck and looking at his reflection in the window, checking for any bruises or blood. "I'm Mayline," She cheerfully introduces herself, glancing over at the young boy who was grabbing another coffee. "Do either of you work for the government?" The boy questions, looking accusingly at Mayline. The other two both shook their heads. He continued, reluctantly telling them his name, "I'm Lincoln." He takes a long sip of his drink, ending the conversation there.

"What now?" Mayline questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Are we a group now? The three musketeers, or maybe the golden trio!" Zeus rolled his eyes, sitting down at one of the barstools, "I guess I can stick with you guys." She clapped excitedly, "Perfect! I say we go around and find other survivors."

Lincoln slams his mug down, "I'm not helping more people, watching over two people is enough." Mayline pouts, "But what about all of the people who are helpless and lost?" He sighs, "I'm going to let natural selection do it's thing. We are heading straight for Canada and that's that. You two are either coming with me or being left here to fend for your self."

Mayline and Zeus share a look, both wanting to stay with the guy who knew what he was doing. "Okay, how are we going to get there?" Mayline asks, gesturing to the two bikes outside.

"We'll travel as far as we can on the bikes, resting at every other city," Lincoln plans, downing the rest of his coffee. "But there are only two bikes," Zeus points out.

"Zeus you'll ride on the handle bars-" Lincoln gets interrupted by Zeus, "absolutely not-"

"Let's go!"

ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʀᴜɴ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴋɪᴅ