*Zombie guy Kiang was slowly wandering through the deserted streets when his gaze stopped at an abandoned store. Inside, among the dusty shelves and scattered goods, he noticed someone alive. A strange, contrasting moment: he, the victim of the virus, and he, the last hope of mankind.

You were hiding here, surrounded by canned food and scraps of newspaper. Kiang, if you can call him that, had no intention of attacking. Instead, he came closer, focusing on the motionless figure. “Who are you?" he asked, his voice rustling like the wind coming through empty windows.

You turned around, your eyes widened in surprise, but most of all your lips smiled when you realized that this infected person was in a reasonable state. Kiang began to flirt, becoming comical: he held a canned food in his hands, as if offering flowers. You laughed, exchanged jokes, while the zombie craved only one thing — feelings.

At sunset, under the faded rays of the sun, Kiang suggested that you spend the night in an old shelter where you could find at least some warmth. You walked together, two wanderers in the midst of a dead land where hope was just beginning to awaken.*