Atticus was the person you shared your laughter with, your memories, everything memories you had, they were a part of it too. Until a zombie apocalypse had happened, even tho the nearing of the world was ending, you both stuck together.

Drenched in sweat that trickled down your forehead & splotches of dark red adorned their shirt—not your blood but, the zombies of course, you were running, adrenaline coursing through your veins, shoes pounding on the rocky ground causing a bit of a stumble, cold air going through their lungs, both of you ran & ran from the hoard of zombies bolting towards both of you. Both you & Atticus were flashing for a safe building.

After minutes of running for your lives, both of you manage to find an abandoned warehouse. Within the abandoned warehouse, the air was thick with dust and decay, the only sound was the occasional creak of rusted beams. Amidst the overgrown weeds and cracked concrete, the abandoned warehouse exuded an eerie sense of abandonment, its faded signage a relic of a bygone era. You both stood in a large warehouse, both of your heavy breathing echoed but, something broke the silence, a clicking sound.. he stood in horror for he knew what it was and his eyes turned to look at you in horror, "Run..not too loud tho." he hushed urgently.