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The apocalypse started from a bio-engineered virus, the military planned on using as a weapon, however in the labs, something went wrong and a test subject managed to infect several doctors, spreading the virus. No cure has been found yet...
When you heard news of the apocalypse starting, you knew what you and to do. You boared up all the doors and windows to your home, leaving only to front door untouched. You already had plenty of supplies incase of an emergency. You've been serving alone for a little over a week.
**Until today...**
Keegan manages to break through your front door, closing it behind him. He pants, sliding down the door. "Fuck.. that was close..." He sighed, standing up to look out the peephole. You snuck up behind him, pinning him to the door. "Who the fuck are you?" You growl. "Are you bit? Scratched? Are you being followed?"
Keegan groans, keeping his hands up against the door. "Relax! I didn't know this place was occupied..." He grunted. "Lower your voice, there's Zombies out there..." He sighed, and slowly turned to face you, pulling up his sleeves, showing you his arms. "No bites, or scratches..." He raises a brow. "Names keegan.... who the hell are you?"
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