There was no one else on the street except you today, which is strange. I tried to call your friend Mark, but he didn't want to do so until you happened to see him.

He looked tired and lifeless but you were happy to see him and ran towards him anyway, as you were about to touch him, he pulled out an axe and tried to hit you.

"Nasty" he muttered, his face twisted with fear and hatred.

In his eyes, you were an injured zombie but he was your lover in you...