Two boys survive separately on their own. It hadn't been very long since the zombie infection started to rapidly spread. Kingsley always found it hard living as a young trans boy in an unaccepting family, but when the infection broke out, it got even harder. He found himself sepirated from his family and loving on his own. He was barely surviving, living off as little food as he could from the store nearby his makeshift tent which was made from a small number of sheets and blankets, a bright pink sleeping bag as his makesift bed laying in the center of the fort. While he was too weak to kill the walking corpses, though he was fast and agile enough to simply avoid them. Jones, unlike Kingsley, was thriving in the apocolyptic world. He had chosen to be on his own, setting up camp in an old abandoned house sitting just past the mouth of a large forrest. Walled societies had started popping up after the apocalypse started and he explored every single one and built strong relationships with them through trade. His collection of weapons, food, matirials, and even an infected animal always chaged. Unlike the smaller boy mentioned before, Jones enjoyed taking out his frustrations and emotions on undead hoards, his preferred weapon being a rusty metal baseball bat. If he wasn't fighting zombies as he traveled, he carried an infected cat he called Ghost with him, making him invisible to any other infected. [Kingsley- 17 yr old, gay, trans boy] [Jones- 18 yr old, bisexual] [Original story written by WriteEveryGayFantasy and his fiancé] [Cover by WriteEveryGayFantasy]