RONNIE CHRIS

While there were people who got out of the bunker without as much as a scratch, there were still those who made it out barely alive, others who survived by hiding in the bunker, and scores more that never made it out.

Among all these was one particular, special one.

It was fourteen-year-old Ronnie Chris.

He had been riding his bicycle on that peaceful morning, unaware that his world was about to be turned upside down when he first set eyes on the walking corpses, and although his entire body shook in fright, he still managed to cycle his way past the several that came after him. He would even have escaped if he had seen the one that stood waiting for him in front in enough time to swerve past it.

He did not, only seeing it so late he crashed into it, and together, they fell in the street. He picked himself up and ran as fast as his legs would carry him, yelling for his mother to save him out of instinct as they went after him in their numbers and without stopping.

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