Her: So... I got Left4Dead.
Me: Really? I have it too! PC version?
Her: Yup.
Me: So...

It isn't easy living in a post-apocalyptic world. As a survivor of the viral holocaust, I feared I was alone. Thankfully, I found other survivors in among countless zombies. Just us four have managed to remain human. I know there are others out there, but where? We've come together for mutual survival, and hopefully, with our wits we will escape the horrors in the city.

They never eat. They never sleep. They only know fear and violence. Once they notice you, they attack until you make them stop. They will beat you until their hands fall off and then continue wailing their bloody stumps at you. It's all you can do to put them out of their misery. Its something out of a movie, to tell you the truth. I can barely remember what movies are these days.

I kick my fellow survivors' feet to wake them up. I had the last watch and it's time for us to move again. There's a safehouse ten miles up the road, but we'll have to make our way through an infested park. I check my shotgun to make sure I have a full barrel. "Time to wake up, ladies."

"Thank you. But since I'm the only woman here, that isn't very nice to the other guys." She smirks and she rubs the sleep from her eyes. My other two fellow survivors climb out of their sleeping bags and reach for their weapons, one of them grumbling about coffee.

"We're about 10 miles away from the safe house," I tell them. "Providing that map is accurate. I figure if we move quickly, we'll get there before lunch."

"I hope they have something to eat there. I really miss some KFC, or Burger King," the younger survivor says.

"Burger King's dead, and Colonel Sanders is a zombie," I chuckle wryly. "Let's get moving before we attract more attention." With that, my fellow survivors packed up their few belongings, checked their weapons and we headed up the road, cautious but determined.