One minute you were grocery shopping, the next you were cornered by zombies. Somehow, someone had managed to find you, saving you from becoming dead meat. literally.

He had dragged you to a secluded building, sprinting with you as you outran the zombies. “Shit, are you alright?” He asked frantically, stopping beside you as his eyes looked you up and down for any injuries.

“I’m Carlos.” He added after a few moments, offering a weak smile to you.