Walkers waddled on the deserted road. An over turned car trapped a walker. He didn't seem to mind. He just laid there, feebly trying to scrape his way out. Other walkers moved past him not giving him any notice. Two knocked into each other. They snarled and backed away from one another. One moved after the other, bashing him with all the strength in his rotting arm. Other walkers walked past just not giving a crap.
Vomiting.
Fighting.
Rinse and repeat.
A member of the undead was staring blankly into a puddle. The sky was blue over the quiet, abandoned street.
A bullet shot though the silence. It pierced the puddle watching zombie's skull sending chunks of brain into the puddle, turning the clear water, a dark red. With a thud, the zombie collapsed in a heap.
Walkers spun round. The sound of the bullet speeding tough the air had got their attention.
Three teenagers stepped into sight, all in a line, looking around at the undead.
There, in the line, was sixteen year old Zac-Fence O'Brien. His long, dark brown hair had been tied back in a ponytail by request. It wouldn't be as easy to grab if he had it tied back. His army jacket had been stained in blood, along with his blue jeans and shoes. He had his ninja sword at his side. Best twenty-five pound he had ever spent.
Next in the line was fifteen year old Eva Tilley. She repositioned her green beanie hat and pushed her short brown hair back. The black shirt that had the saying 'Crush. Kill. Destroy. Swag' in a rainbow of colours struck out, giving some colour to the waste land. Her blue jeans splashed with blood and dirt, along with her with black and white all-star shoes. She had back pack tied to her back, with a Companion Cube (from the Valve game Portal) plushie stuffed inside along with ammo and some pipe bombs she found along the way to the quiet street. Her blue eyes drifted down at the dead walker in the bloody puddle and smirked. Taking the nozzle of her rifle, she poked the limb carcass and watched the ripples go though out the patch of water.
"Nice shot, Emma-Chan" She giggled.
fifteen year old Emma-Rose stood with an AK-47 rested against her shoulder. She took two fingers and pushed up her glasses. Her brown hair gently blowing in the breeze. Her red t-shirt made it hard to see the blood from the many undead bastards she had killed. Moving forward her purple studded belt buckle, that was keeping up her black skinny jeans, shined in the sun. Her black boots tapping the ground as she moved.
"Cheers my dears" She replied.
Snarls from the zombies started. Zac, Eva and Emma stood without stepping back. Zac swung his sword round with ease and stopped dead with it pointing at the horde. Eva hopped on one foot to the other grinning while cocking her rifle, checking to see if it was loaded. Emma Stood with a cold glare out onto the damned, rotting, monsters. She pulled her gun out towards them. With a sniff, she aimed down the sight and pulled the trigger. Zac took a Deep breath and Eva smiled.

Emma-Rose alerted the horde.