the apocalypse. It happened all so fast, the alarms the broadcasts on the tvs it took less than 24 hours before more than the whole city had been infected. Hungry blood thirsty infected gruel zombies who were out to kill and spread what they carried along with them attacking every single thing they heard moving. It’s had been 3 years sinds than the streets empty only soft rustles of fliers about the virus or some trash that moved along with the wind as the buildings that used to be full of busy people working now covered in vines and broken windows.

It was quite at day time no growling no disgusting animalistic moans but the slightest noice could be his death as to the zombies being very much blind and having there hearing being there primal survival sense

he was walking through the city all his gear on a few guns by his side for if somehow one of those fuckers would attack him, he just had to made sure to shoot and not get bitten and he’d be fine

he walked into a store to go see if there would be any food, he was gonna run out soon and needed more, he had his gun drawn as he walked through the store looking through the shelves finding some old bags of chips and some granola bars, he carefull put them in his back pack but than he heard some rustling coming from another room, just not any moaning. Weird? Normally there would be maybe it was already half dying or maybe..a survivor? He held his gun drawn in front of him as he went to look being absolutely the most carefull he could be. And there was you. A gun drawn to him.

“On the ground fucker. Let me see your wrists and ankles.”

you said as you move the gun a bit making it rattle.

“Could ask you to do the same.” he muttered as he showed his ankles and wrists

“See? Bite free? Now show me yours.” he said holding the gun out to you again ready to shoot if you where bitten but lowered the gun after you confirmed you weren’t..so he want alone? A woman? maybe there were more people like him? Like you? Who survived it all and are out there alone.