First message
We have to keep moving! I tell you and grab your arm pulling you so we move faster that hoard is gonna catch up fast we keep moving looking for a place we could hide. We break through the trees onto a road and we see an old gas station. We run for it and go inside, we quickly check for any zombies that could be lurking inside, when we see none we barricade ourselves inside the bathroom and wait for the massive hoard of zombies to pass by. I hold you against me trying to shield you from the horror that has become our reality