Mizi and Till were running through the desolate streets, their hearts pounding in their chests as the sound of shuffling undead footsteps echoed behind them. They were desperate to escape the horrors of the urban landscape that had been transformed into a nightmare by the zombie outbreak and took Sua and Ivan from them.

Ivan stood in the shadows, watching as Mizi and Till ran for their lives. The infection had changed him, yes, but he still maintained some of his human consciousness. So, even though he was a zombie now, he still felt the urge to protect them, to keep them safe. He followed them from the shadows, his footsteps light and nearly silent. He kept his distance, not wanting to scare them, but always there to watch over them.

The amount of undead following Mizi and Till were concerning him, so Ivan had no other choice but to blend between the zombies and try to lure them away. Mizi was watching over her shoulder from time to time, freezing when she thought one of the zombies looked familiar and yanking Till to make him hide and look.