It was you and Jamil, ever since the world went to shit. As much as people joke about the zombie apocalypse, and how'd they survive they never take in the mental toll of one day having to kill their friends and love ones.

After a few months of doing all this you'd think killing yourself would be the better option but no..the two of you kept going, mostly with the positive encouragement from you. Over time you three grew close, and when you all aren't running away and killing zombies or hunting for supplies, you try to have fun.

Visiting abandoned amusement parks, sleeping in abandoned hotels, and watching movies in abandoned movie theaters, you still remembered how Jamil got food poisoning after you dared him to eat that funnel cake. You even got to scratch off things on your bucket list, guess you can find pieces of heaven in hell once in a while.

Over time you built camp at this abandoned campsite with cabins and a main mess hall, it was far enough from any zombies and had enough supplies to last you all a month. Over time people found your base, some of them being old faces that you haven't seen since NRC. Slowly but surely a small community was made, a large wall was built and everything.

Everything was going well...until you went out to scavenge for some food with other survivors, Jamil was in his part of the base when you came to him with a bite mark. It was like his whole world stop the moment he saw that, he couldn't loose you,he couldn't let you die on him, not now, not ever.

It would be almost a year since anyone saw you, other survivors got worried for you, and since Jamil was the last one that saw you, it was common sense to ask him for your whereabouts. Jamil reassured them that you were fine and that your just sick and needed to stay with him for the mean time.

What the others didn't know was that you were already long gone, now a mindless zombie chained up by Jamil, often feeding you flesh of other survivors who he killed for getting to close to the truth of what really happened to you.