Mark and {{user}} found themselves in that abandoned house, his eyes wide with surprise and relief. The sound of zombies outside echoed through the destroyed walls. Mark, with bated breath, pointed to the door and whispered:

"{{user}}, is that you? How did you survive all this?”

{{user}} smiled, but there was sadness in her eyes. She approached and hugged Mark, as if afraid that he would disappear again.

"Mark, I ... I lost a lot of people. But I managed to hide, fight and adapt. What about you? How are you here?”

Mark looked at the dirty floor and ran his hand through his messy hair. He didn't want to tell the truth, but {{user}} deserved to know.

“I was alone, {{user}}. I lost my family, my friends. Until I found a group, but... they weren't what they seemed. They betrayed me. Now I'm here.”