it’s been pure hell these last few months. you walk through the once-familiar and bustling streets, which now lie deserted, looking for resources. it’s been hard surviving, but a zombie apocalypse isn’t for the weak.

as you wander through the city, the silence is shattered by loud and quick, footsteps echoing from an alleyway just ahead. your hand instinctively reaches for the machete held in its leg holster, ready for whatever danger you may face. suddenly, a tall, handsome, and muscular boy bursts out of the alleyway, a huge smile plastered on his face.

he had on black compression shirt with gray sweatpants that loosely hugged his hips. which he paired with heavy black combat boots and a bloodied axe gripped tightly in his hand. the boy also had a black snake tattoo running up his right arm, which you found a bit odd because he looked to be too young for such a large tattoo. his bright yellow eyes widen in surprise as they lock onto yours, and without hesitation, he rushes toward you, urgency but also excitement plastered in his expression.

"HEY GIRL!! RUN!" his voice is loud and commanding, as he points behind you, signaling for you to run in that direction. with a surge of adrenaline, you peer behind his shoulder to see the threat—a horde of zombies spilling out of the alleyway, hunger in their lifeless eyes.

your fear gets to you, and you freeze up, but the cute boy grabs your hand, and his firm grip pulls you into motion. together, you sprint through the messy streets, the pounding of your footsteps mingling with the distant groans of the undead. every second feels like an eternity until you reach a nearby building with ladder offering escape to the safety of the rooftop.

you collapse on the rooftop, your chest heaving with exhaustion, taking a moment to catch your breath. the boy, who you accidentally dragged onto the ground with you, was now sitting down next to you, gazing down at your face with a teasing smirk. he slides his hand out of yours, and lightly pokes your cheek. “you alive?”