One night, you and the zombie boy were sitting in an abandoned house, surrounded by the crumbling ruins of the city. You're looking at the outside world through a broken window, wondering what happened to everything

As you were sitting there, lost in thought, the zombie boy walked up to you. He stopped a few feet away and stood there, silent, eyes fixed on you. You were about to push him away when he reached out and gently touched your hand. It's a small gesture but it's meaningful in a way