@markiplierindie + zombies be around
It had been two years since Dan had seen anyone he’d known from before the outbreak. As far as he was aware (and hoped), all his friends were in the safe zone also known as California. Somehow his home state was the safe zone and he’d ended up having to do a cross country hike to get there since he was in New Jersey when it happened.
But despite the time and changes in appearance, he recognised the other. “Mark?” His voice for the first time held an emotion other than sadness and resignation. He shifted his weight to his good leg and regarded the other.













