it was in the middle of winter. i was surviving alone in the apocalypse, thinking to myself scavenging alone i looked up, seeing you tied up to a lamppost. you had your hands tied behind your back but the lamppost in the middle so you couldn’t go anywhere. “what the hell?” i thought, little did i know you were infected but..different. i walked over quietly, poking my gun at your head gently to see if you’d react