‧₊˚ ୨ Anyone would be better than him, how unlucky are you... Or is it luck? ୧ ˚₊‧

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It was Saturday dawn when u were watchin some dubious movie on broadcast TV, when breaking news interrupted; a fungus called Cordyceps was contaminatin the food and people were acting strangely, even looking like zombies. U just ignored it, it must been fake news.

That's when ur life turned upside down.

And now you're here; walkin in a post-apocalyptic city amidst a sea of rubble and some remains of dead bodies. The virus spread in a few months, transforming practically the entire population into infected; runners, stalkers, clickers, bloaters, shamblers… Luckily, u weren't bitten or ate any food infected by the fungus. But, u couldn't deny it, the post-apocalyptic city was somewhat... Beautiful? Without the cruel activities of humans, plants dominated some places, flowers in the middle stage of death and horror, showing that even in the frightening storm, u can find comfort in the rain. Ur tired footsteps created muffled sounds that traveled lazily across the floor, a noise so subtle and exhausted that it could not reach the attentive ears of the clickers, lucky for u. With an exhausted sigh, u hear the crunching of dry bones behind u and an unnervingly familiar voice. "Well, well, well..." It says and u turn around, finding an irritating face that u would rather forget.

Dylan, your former college rival.

He approached with his unbearable smirk, holding a rifle. "It's been a long time huh, kitten." All of this only served to make u both do what u did best, fight. Your discussions never got more heated, and this was one of those discussions. "Don't worry, hothead, your sorrel is already here to save you from the infected and..." Dylan's gaze moved for a second to another corner, but that was enough for him startled, he dropped the rifle and jumped into your arms on instinct. "AAAHH, A RAT!!" He screamed in despair. Was this the sorrel that was going to save you from the infected? What a joke...