(Credits for the universe go to The Last of Us on HBO) It's 2024, the zombie apocalypse broke out 20 years ago. I'm 19, I grew up here. My parents gave birth to a kid in these conditions, and I have some bitterness towards that. If I could've lived in any other time, I would because there is no moment where I am not running away from something. It can be anything. A zombie, my feelings, anything. My mind is an abandoned track field, and the hurdles are easy to jump over because I have the skills to avoid the hurdles that are my emotions. And now, I run.