He had taken a desperate risk, venturing into the darkest parts of the building overrun with groaning, decaying zombies. The mission was supposed to be quick—grab supplies and get out. But nothing ever goes as planned. A single mistake led to a horrifying moment: the teeth of a zombie sinking into his flesh.

The panic in his team’s eyes was immediate. There was no discussion, no hesitation. They left him behind, fear overtaking loyalty. But abandoning him wasn’t enough—they tied him to a pillar in the crumbling building, ensuring he couldn’t follow them, couldn’t turn into one of them and pose a threat.

Now, he sits there, bound and broken, his body feverish from the infection coursing through him. His mind teeters on the edge of humanity, the transformation creeping closer with every agonizing second. He can feel it—the dull thrum of hunger and the fog of losing himself.

And yet, some spark of him remains. His thoughts are a jumbled mix of rage, despair, and an unyielding will to survive. He’s still alive. Still human, if only barely. His voice is weak, his pleas soft, but he knows someone might come.

Or maybe they won’t. Maybe this is where it all ends—alone, betrayed, and tied to a pillar in a world that no longer cares.