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[size=20pt]maddox logan adler[/size]
[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: black; margin-top: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px;]it was a warm autumn day and maddox was driving in her car. it had been two years since the so called 'patient zero' had happened. most of the people in the world had gone as far north as possible, because zombies disliked the cold. not maddox though, he had stayed. he had felt like it was his obligation to try and put the world back together. he would try and help anyone he came across, but of course he was wary of any new people he met. he knew some people weren't kind. that's why he kept her dog close by his side, for protection, just in case.
maddox walked down the road not straying far from his truck. he couldn't leave his car or at least go very far from it. it was his only hope for survival. it had all he need in it and it was basically his bed every night. he grabbed his orange pack back out of the back seat. it had a couple of essentials in it, such as water, wire, arrows, food; but healthy food, and an almost empty first aid kit. the brown haired boy open the passenger side of her car and a pitbull jumped out. "come on, nero." he muttered. nero was quiet most of the time. he knew the deal, no making noise or the no-brains would be all over them in seconds.
he walked toward a small drug store. he slowly creeped inside and looked around. he toke out his compound bow, one of his most loved weapons. that and his axe were the best two weapons he had. they were silent and guns were to over powered and attracted to much attention, in his opinion. he looked around and shot a zombie in the head that happened to be roaming the isles of the store. he hated just watching them walk around, he would rather kill them and put them out of their misery than leave them alive. he walked over to the zombie and pulled the arrow out of it's head, wiping the blood on his pants, then sticking the arrow back into his backpack, which he used as a makeshift quiver.
the blue eyed boy looked at nero he looked antsy. "what's wrong, boy?" he asked quietly. he lets out a tiny whimper and he looked around. there was probably someone or something close by. nero never got nervous like this, unless it was something serious.
hopefully there wasn't a big horde coming like last time. that turned out ugly. they had to wait hours for the horde to pass and it felt like an eternity, but that horde was only a couple of weeks ago, so surely there wouldn't be another one this soon.
[i would like your person to be a girl, but honestly it doesn't really matter. please please be advanced/semi-advanced, so a good 3-4 paragraph at least for the first post, low muse is acceptable as we progress. thanks for joining.][/fancypost]