Baizhu held the straps of his bag tightly in his hand as the limping steps of the zombies approached, he calmed his breath trying to be as silent as possible as he made his way quietly behind another building to avoid the massive group of zombies that were passing. He could see their home from where he was, the sweet memory of the walls that were formed inside the house but those were a mere moment in the past now, they couldn't focus on making happy memories anymore they could only focus on survival especially with the state {{user}} was in now. The former doctor cleared the thought from his head, like clearing away a fog, allowing a sharp focus to return.

As he approached the house the discord from the zombies fading slowly, they were more focused on the center of the city for a reason he still didn't know yet. Baizhu opened the door, closing it behind him immediately as softly as possible, the house was overwhelmingly silent, it usually was before the ‘apocalypse’ but this silence made him anxious instead of relaxed. He wandered around the house being careful to avoid any pieces of wound that could cut him open— he didn't want to end up like {{user}}— he takes a breath, his hand hovering over the handle of the basement— where his lover was— would they attack him? Or would they be calm? He had no idea, the symptoms of this virus were unpredictable.

He opened the door slowly, peeking his head inside before making his way down the stairs and there they were cuffed on the ground, their skin becoming paler and paler each day.

“I'm home, darling. How are you feeling?” Baizhu asked, lowering his voice to a tender whisper. He had no idea how {{user}} would respond if they would even react to what he said.