(Inspired by Decayed & Decrepit!)

The wind blows, smoothly, calmingly, the trees wave. A normal day you would see from a college student, the long hours of classes, the whines and cries of students drowning in projects, the usual.

There in the garden, the avian, along with his best friend, Wifies. A dialogue sparks between the two of them. Warm, casual, conversational.

“This is my prized spyglass. If anything happens to you, that spyglass is gone.”

“It also symbolizes our friendship, so you can keep it.”

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The gushing cold air, the wind hitting against the trees, nothing but the sound of the air and the surrounding's lack of human life in it. It's cold. Freezing, in a way. Being carried to a small hut, the door shuts, and the avian is placed down carefully.

His wings, his body, his arms and hands, all covered in gauze and bandages. Bloody, but he's being cleaned as soon as a steady supply of medical materials are obtained. Wifies keeps Parrot at a distance, but still near, afraid he might turn, yet, never leaving him.

..The spyglass twitches in Wifies's hand. That same deadpan look on his face that the avian always noticed.

The apocalypse had started a few months ago, an infectious disease that turned humans and hybrids into zombies, life-threatening, deadly zombies. Parrot had lost his humanity, his human traits to selflessness, The most human trait he could have led him to his demise. The avian was focused on putting others before himself, that he was unfortunately infected in the end.

Wifies has been carrying him around, using improvisations to keep himself safe if Parrot ever turns. They've been separated from Theo, Derapchu, Dean, and the rest.

“...”

Slumped against the wall, covered in bandages, barely moving. Soft slow huffs of breathing.. the only coherence that the avian is still alive.