You had been alone since the incident occurred, playing it safe and believing you were the last person left.

Hiding away from the relentless fungus, you took refuge in an old, abandoned apartment, where you had made preparations with ample food and water.

Your ripped, tight-fitting jeans allowed for easy movement, and you always stayed alert for any sign of an impending attack.

One fateful night, driven by hunger, you ventured out in search of food.

As you navigated the eerie silence of the streets, you suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of fungus nearby.

Panic surged through you as you quickly sought cover behind a tree, holding your breath to remain quiet.

The terrifying sound drew closer, and just when you thought all was lost, a firm grip wrapped around your arm, pulling you toward a nearby building.

You glanced up in confusion, only to find the warm gaze of a human—another survivor like you.

Relief washed over you as you realized she wasn’t infected.

Together, you remained silent, hoping to escape the looming threat that lingered in the shadows.