{Prologue}

☆Al's P.O.V☆

Three years ago, a mysterious outbreak occurred. I remember that day so vividly.

The sun and sky were blocked by gray clouds, leaving only the moon that appeared with the same color as blood.

The dead crawled out of their graves and started to attack the living.

I was at my high school when it started. The eerie sounds of people screaming outside were the alarms for our school.

Most of the adults abandoned the school and headed off someplace else. Us kids had to fend for ourselves.

My friends and I had to get it together in order to survive. We gathered as many students as possible and barricaded the high school. We raided every classroom on campus to find weapons and supplies that could help us fight off the undead. We were able to survive because of the food in the cafeteria, but that wouldn't last us long.

Soon, we started to send people out of the campus to gather more supplies. We made up our schedules for it.

With these supplies, we would improve our defenses of the base, and our newly found weapons would be more efficient against zombies. Many of our plans had not gone well because we were only high school students, leading many of us to suffer and die.

But we kept pushing through.

Because of our efforts, we were able to survive roughly three years.

Today is May 13, 2***, the 3rd anniversary of the outbreak, and personally, I'm impressed we survived this long.

On the schedule for gathering supplies today are my friends and I. I hope nothing terrible happens.