SuperChocoMilk
One Thousand Club
Matthew took a bite of the apple he was holding. He was humming his own made up song inside a tree house, rickety, and out in the country. Stay away from the city, that's what they told him. Just stay away. "Here I am, stuck in a tree, it's being surrounded by some, zombies!" He looked at the walkers trying to climb up. "It's not gonna happen guys." Then he looked off into the distance. Shit. A horde, coming right for him. "Time to leave!" He climbed up through the window and started to speed off to the city. Great. Just what I wanted, he though to himself.