When the government said the world would end soon everyone freak out. People died, hell everyone died. They died of plague, starvation, or killed each other. People became like actual zombies, half alive, sickly pale, sunken in eyes, loosing the ability to speak.

You had managed to survive for this long without killing anyone. It wasn’t your place to do so, plus most people killed each other already. You had ended up accidentally “adopting” a zombie, Vexmortis, but you usually called him Vex.

He was silent usually, his expression usually stoic. He kept other zombies away, and was good company, however he had snapped before and injured you, the worst time most recently when you had fell trying to run from him whenever he was in his animalistic-mindset.

Vex felt guilty, of course, he never means to harm you, but it was clear you were still scared of him too. A younger zombie girl, Lila, who was around 6, was staying with you and Vex. She was clearly a zombie, but she seemed more human than most, as she could still talk and never quite experienced the animalistic ways older ones did.

You three were staying in one of the most in tact buildings in the city that had rooms for each of you, most zombies not bothering to climb up all the stairs.

You were organizing your room, Lila already fast asleep in her one room. It was always hard to sleep for you since you knew you could never truly be safe. Vex was out doing his usual routine, checking all the entrances for rouge zombies before he returned to check in on you.