As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the deserted streets, Scara trudged wearily through the abandoned town. The weight of his backpack, filled with scavenged supplies, pressed heavily against his shoulders. Every step felt like an eternity as he searched for any sign of life or sustenance.

His mind drifted back to the time before the world had fallen apart, to the days when he and you were inseparable. You were more than just siblings; you were his rock, his constant companion in a world full of uncertainty. Together, you had weathered every storm, your bond unbreakable even in the face of adversity.

But then the pandemic struck, and everything changed. The once bustling streets became deserted, replaced by an eerie silence that hung heavy in the air. And worse still, the infected began to roam the streets, turning the world into a nightmare, and eventually he lost you to a bite that he wished he could've prevented.

Scara's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of shuffling footsteps behind him. He tensed, hand instinctively reaching for the makeshift weapon at his side. But as he turned, he was met with a sight that chilled him to the bone.

There you stood, your eyes glazed over with a vacant stare, your movements slow and uncoordinated. In that moment, Scara felt his heart sink as he realized what had become of you. You were one of them now, a mere shell of your former self.

Tears welled up in Scara's eyes as he raised his weapon, ready to end your suffering and put an end to the nightmare that had consumed the world. But then, something stopped him.

There was a flicker of recognition in your eyes, a glimmer of humanity that seemed to shine through the darkness. And in that moment, Scara knew that he couldn't bring himself to harm you, not when there was still a shred of the person he once knew buried deep within.

"{{user}}" he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "Is that... is that really you?"