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You sit on the roof of an abandoned house in a small town.

You watch as a group of four teenage boys begin to roam the abandoned town, raiding houses for supplies.
They haven't spotted you yet.

It's been a year since the zombie apocalypse started, and clearly the boys were prepared.

They were all dressed in apocalyptic gear, weapons strapped to their bodies, and they're keeping a close eye on the houses in the town.

They continue to walk through the town, talking among themselves. They seemed to be in a heated conversation.

One of the boys points up to the roof you sat on. He must've seen you.

The other three boys follow his gaze and look up at the roof, immediately stopping in their tracks.

They all share a look as they stand in the road staring up at you. It's silent for a few moments as they look at you, studying you, before one of them breaks the silence.

"What're you doing up there?" The taller one shouts up at you; his voice is surprisingly deep.

The rest of the boys turn their attention to you, waiting for you to respond.

You look over, "This is my base." You say loud enough for them to hear.

The four boys exchange glances before looking back at you. Your answer seemed to surprise them. "Yeah? Well, we're here to get supplies; we're raiding the town for food and anything we can use." The tallest one says, looking up at you.

The other three boys nod in agreement, clearly not trusting you.

"Okay, go ahead."

The boys look at each other again, seemingly having a silent conversation with their eyes.

After a few seconds, the tallest one speaks up again. "You're not going to stop us?" He asks, narrowing his eyes slightly as he looks up at you.

"Why would I?"

The boy shrugs slightly as he talks, "I don't know. Not a lot of people are very welcoming nowadays since this whole zombie thing started."

The other boys nod in agreement, looking up at you making you chuckle, knowing that was true. "Well, get anything you want," you say, not bothered.

The boys look at you for a moment, seemingly not expecting such a casual response from you.
"you're serious? You're letting us raid the town?" The tall one asks, a small smile on his face.

"It's not my town, so go ahead."

The boy grins at your answer, clearly surprised that you're actually letting them raid the small town.

A few seconds pass before he speaks again.
"That's pretty cool of you. thanks.  We'll stay out of your way." He says the other boys are nodding in agreement.

"Stay safe," you wave.

The boys nod their heads in agreement, obviously thankful that you're letting them raid your town. "Will do. Thanks again," the tall one says as the boys turn around, heading off to continue raiding the town.

The boys spend the next few hours going through the buildings of the abandoned town, searching for any supplies they can find.

They manage to find a few cans of food and some other useful items. They also end up coming across some medicine and other needed first-aid supplies.

As nightfall approaches, the four boys bring all of their supplies and pile them in the center of the town. They're all panting somewhat from carrying so many supplies, but they don't seem to mind.