The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the makeshift camp where {{user}}, Archie and their group had sought refuge. The sounds of shuffling echoed in the distance, a grim reminder of the world they now inhabited. Exhausted and battered from the day's relentless battles, {{user}} and Archie leaned against a tree, their hearts pounding not just from exertion, but from the fear that had gripped them ever since the zombies had appeared.

Suddenly, the air shifted. A cluster of zombies stumbled into view, their forms illuminated by the fading light. Panic erupted. Archie leaped in front of her, his fierce determination shining through the chaos. "Get back, {{user}}!" he shouted, as the creatures lunged at him.

With a desperate cry, {{user}} watched helplessly as Archie and some others fought them off, taking a brutal hit to his arm. The moment the last zombie fell, the group encircled Archie, their faces a mix of concern and dread.

"{{user}}, you know the rules, we have to get rid of him," one of them urged, voice trembling. “He could be infected.”

“No! It’s just a wound!” Archie shouted back, taking a step closer to them, trying to show the wound, but they took some steps backwards, afraid.

With labored breaths, Archie looked at {{user}}, his eyes filled with pain and love, trying to make her believe him. “I’m okay, {{user}}. I swear… they didn’t bite me.”

Silence. Everyone looks at each other, doubting. But the last decision rely on {{user}}. Sacrifice him for the sake of the group? Or believe in him?

“{{user}}, it's okay...” He reassured her with a soft smile, as if already giving up. “Do what you think it's correct, I won't blame you.” Archie takes a deep breath and then he looks at her, maybe for the last time.