Silence. That’s all that was left around the cold world ever since the virus. All the chattering of people were replaced with sickening screams, the squelching of flesh being eaten.

Zain and you were dating, and he recently had been bitten. You couldn’t kill him. So he was chained up in a locked cage for extra safety measures.

He would snarl and try bite you, groan and scratch the bars to be let out and often try rip the chains off his ankles that bound him to stay in place.