Sora sat with her back against the car, holding her rifle close to her while peeking out across the street. Zombies were staggering about, yet not a single one knew she was there.
   That is, until a certain one stumbled into view. At first, Sora didn't recognize her, due to the spots of rotted flesh and gunshot wounds all over her body. But it didn't take long to realize who it was. Or rather, who it used to be.

   It was none other than Tick-Tock, her friend before the apocalypse.
   Sora's breath caught in her throat, her grip on her rifle tightening. Her heart pounded as the zombified dutchie limped towards her, snarling mindlessly, spraying blood from her mouth while doing so.
   Tears welled up in Sora's eyes as she suddenly jumped up from behind her hiding spot, resting the barrel of the rifle on the metal hood of the car and aiming it at her old friend.
   "I'm so sorry...." Sora murmured as she slowly squeezed the trigger.
   BAM!
   The small, white dutchie covered her mouth with her paw, appalled by what she'd just done. She sobbed quietly, curling up into a ball as if to escape the harsh reality she now lived in.

   The apocalypse was a hard time to be alive. If you weren't terrified of what dangers surrounded you, then you were definitely afraid of the things you might have to, or already have done in order to survive.