Roosevelt walked into the school premises gloomy as always, today was a beginning of a new session and though she would have loved to stay at home and watch tv, her mom would not hear of that. Being a low profile high school student, it was practically hard to maintain a smiling face because of constant bullying activities. Roosevelt was not poor, in fact she was from a rich home – ‘a stinkingly rich home’ but she just hated the idea of associating with the rich spoilt kids and even the poor ones too. The bell rang to signal the beginning of class, the teacher came in and the class started off boring as usual. ‘Well it is time to zone out again’ she thought as she relaxed in her seat and let the fresh air breeze her into her world of fantasy. Not only was Roosevelt a social weirdo, she was also classified as a shy provocative idiot so everybody practically underestimated her, even her teachers. “Miss Roosevelt can you solve the problem on the board?” The teacher asked. As she walke

Roosevelt stabbed a zombie’s head as it got close to her. In her state of excitement, she had forgotten to check the surroundings and the inside of the building through the windows and well she could only be thankful she brought a knife along at least.As the last zombie fell to the ground with a knife stabbed into its skull, she began to ransack the building. Considering the fact that the house had never been visited or looted, she felt like lady luck was smiling at her from above and she couldn’t help but smile back. At a crucial moment of her life when she was beginning to feel like it was an hustle to only be capable of carrying so little for fear of slowing down and stilling worrying of how to get more before it completely ran out, she couldn’t let anything go to waste. After packing everything she felt was valuable, she took a little time to rest. Even though the sofa was covered with dust and the house stank of decaying flesh, she still dosed off too tired to care about that.*

CHAPTER 4 Encountering a few zombies a day was normal in the apocalypse, encountering a hundred a month was also normal and tolerable. But encountering over ah hundred a day and all in one place was terrifyingly rare - after all even the population of zombies had dropped in the years of the apocalypse. However at this moment, over a hundred zombies, swifts included were chasing a young girl. With a backpack strapped to her back, she could only run as fast as she could when she saw the numbers of the zombies. Luckily, she had a variety of supplies in her truck when her fuel ran out so she was able to take supplies to her liking that could fit in her backpack, so she had no worries for supplies and she still had weapons albeit a little lesser than she always carried. Naturally, the young girl or lady was Roosevelt and at the moment she could only blame her luck for her situation. The only reasons why she had survived for so long after abandoning her truck was because of the pistol and

CHAPTER 6 Maxwell stood outside his tent watching the sun rise, since the apocalypse everything had changed. The sun no longer looked yellow but a blood red as if dyed by the blood of those that had died during the past few years, and it was hotter than before the apocalypse. It had been a week since his sanctuary - the only place he had called home since the apocalypse era - had fallen into chaos, he and the remaining survivors were heading north for the closest town. As he thought of things that had happened in the past few days, he could only shake his head and let out a deep sigh. Returning to his tent, he picked a remote and pressed the button on it to wake the other survivors while he settled down for breakfast. Looking at the quantity of food he was preparing for the remaining members of his sanctuary, he almost broke into tears because it reminded him of the tragic incident on that day. The amount of food he was cooking would not have been enough to satisfy even one - tenth

CHAPTER 8 In the RV, the conversation continued. “God! . . . You needed to see yourself running towards that swift, you were running with inhumane speed”, Joy said. “I almost swore or I even heard you growling".“Look at the colour of your eyes, they have changed!” One after the other, Marvellous friends voiced out their thoughts and also commented on whatever changes they noticed on him. “ . . . ” Marvellous. Completely ignored, Marvellous sat on a chair while listening to them talking as if he was non existent. Taking a quick glance all over the area with his eyes for something to keep him busy but finding none, he rose from the chair and walked to the drivers compartment. ******* Maxwell was in deep thoughts in his makeshift office , thinking about the group of teens he just encountered. He could only feel confusion and even more confusion the more he thought of them. Unable to come to a final conclusion, he let out a sigh and went out of his office. Standing with his eyes