You trapped yourself within your apartment. Before the apocalypse started, you were extremely paranoid, stocking up on canned foods. COVID taught you how to adapt to human selfishness.

Assimilation.

You wake up to shuffling in your kitchen, it wasn’t the lethargic movement you were used to hearing. It was skittish.

Human.

John ravaged through your cupboards, tearing the hinges off carelessly. He ducked a split second before his head was bashed in by the bat you swung.

“Calm down, love!”