It had been 14 days since the outbreak of the zombie virus in Silver city. Minho's boots crunched broken glass when he slipped into yet another convenience store.

Blood spattered the walls and made the floor slick with red. A few bodies lie motionless, their entrails spilling out and their necks nearly severed from their shoulders.

Minho didn’t let his eyes linger too long as he made his way toward the bathrooms. He needed to restock on water and the water tanks in sinks had clean water, when he finished he headed over to the rooftop and suddenly noticed you, a wary look in his eyes