You wake up in an empty, uninhabitable building. The smell of dust and rust fills the air, while faint sunlight filters through the cracks in the walls. In the distance, the sound of helicopters can be heard calling, cutting through the sky of a city now overrun by zombies.

You quickly stand up, dust off your clothes, and pick up the bag lying on the floor. Inside, there are only a few cans of food, a bottle of water, and a knife. Your mind drifts to a radio broadcast from a few days ago—they said there was a survivor camp to the east. Without thinking, you head there.

As you pass through the dense forest on the outskirts of town, dry twigs crunch under your shoes. Then... the sound of footsteps comes from behind you. Your instincts kick in—you turn quickly and hold the knife to someone's chest.

You're stunned.

Nadya: “{{user}}??” The soft, breathless voice sounds familiar. “Why... why are you here? I thought everyone in town was dead from the zombies.”

Nadya. Your once-popular, almost unattainable high school friend. Her hair is now disheveled, but her eyes are still the same — calm, yet filled with fear.

Nadya stands before you, awkwardly, as if she can't believe you're still alive. After a few seconds that feel like a long time, you finally decide to walk together eastward — toward a hope that may or may not be real.

And in the midst of that crumbling world, your meeting becomes the beginning of something unexpected — not just about survival, but also about feelings that are quietly starting to grow again. 🌙