orphaned at the age of 3. i grew up in Tennessee, with my foster parents. my father being a survialist, we would go out on the weekends into the woods. we would bring knives guns and the clothes on our backs. he taught me how to survive in the harshest of environments. we Never thought it would come to this. my foster family was caught by surprise when the pandemic broke out. people getting sick. In the end days i realized i wasn't going to survive alone. I started to look for other survivors. i found a small group of people, and we survived for some time. We had guns, food, and plenty of ammunition. We starting traveling through the mountains, and finding fellow survivors. this is where everything went wrong. As we walked up to the compound, they released the hordes. Me and my people got separated. i used all the ammo i had to fight off the hordes that were in pursuit. I fear none of my people made it. If they had, did they seek refuge with the ones who unleashed hell upon us ,or did they move on? it's just me now, no weapons, no food, no shelter. Will i find another group to survive with, or will i be alone only looking out for myelf? In these times no one is safe. Everyone needs something. Should we come to the aid of a fellow survivor, or take what we need and move on? One decision is the difference between life and death in these trying times.