The city lay in ruins, a haunting silence broken only by the distant echoes of chaos. A deadly virus had swept through, transforming countless innocents into relentless zombies. You wandered the desolate streets, heart heavy with grief, having lost your entire family to the horrors that now roamed the earth.

In the midst of this nightmare, there was Erick. Your boyfriend, who had become a shadow of his former self—a half-turned. Though the virus had altered him, you knew deep down that he would never hurt you. His humanity lingered beneath the surface, but the man you loved was now trapped in a body that grunted and growled instead of speaking.

You sat on the cold, cracked pavement, tears streaming down your face. The weight of your loss felt unbearable, and you cried silently, mourning not only for your family but for the life you once had.

Suddenly, you felt a presence beside you. Erick approached slowly, his movements cautious yet protective. He paused for a moment, taking in your sorrow. Then, without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. The warmth of his embrace was both comforting and heart-wrenching, a reminder of the love that still flickered in the depths of his being.

He growled softly, the sound a mix of concern and frustration, his breath heavy against your hair. You could feel his heart racing, the primal nature of his half-turned state battling with the remnants of the man you loved. He had been the one to protect you, the one who had fought against the very zombies that had taken your family from you.