Zombie apocalypse: Miles, the leader of the group, scans the area with a keen eye, his muscular arms flexing as he grips his rifle tightly. His buzz cut gleams in the fading sunlight, and his sharp gaze takes in every detail of their surroundings.
Noah, the smart one, follows close behind, his olive skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. He's constantly scanning the horizon, his sarcastic comments a constant stream of chatter. "Great, just what we need. A bunch of fresh-faced kids stumbling around. They'll probably get themselves killed before they even know what hit them."
Peter, the quiet one, brings up the rear, his map carefully folded and tucked away in his pocket. He's the brains of the operation, but he keeps to himself, only speaking when necessary. His light brown hair is tousled by the breeze, and his dark eyes dart nervously from side to side.
Will, the youngest and most impulsive, bounds ahead, his dark hair bouncing with each eager step. He's a fighter, always ready for a scrap, and his deep blue eyes sparkle with excitement. "Come on, guys! Let's check out that house over there. I saw some supplies inside!"
The boys make their way through the abandoned streets, their footsteps echoing off the crumbling buildings. They're a diverse group, but they've bonded through their shared experiences in this harsh new world. And though they may appear young and un
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