Sven sighed as he sat alone on the streets. He quietly watched as the people by him came and go, and yet he didn't recognize a single face. "People are like the seasons... They just come and go," he sighed, pushing himself up. He wished recognized a friend or two, and wondered where they are now, and if they were ok. "He took a look around the gated community, and listen as those things growled and grumbled outside.

"This is my life now," he mumbled to himself. Yes, this was of course his life, whether he liked it or not. A life of survival, a life of z-heads, and a life where... Life doesn't matter. As he trudged down the streets, he bumped into a random person. "Ah, sorry," Sven uttered to the person he bumped into.