Levi didn’t know the exact cause of the outbreak. But when he saw people running in wild, erratic patterns—eyes turned milky white, veins bulging unnaturally beneath their skin..it was clear enough. This was a viral outbreak. In the movies, they’d call it a zombie apocalypse.

The infected swarmed the streets, tearing through crowds. Anyone they caught was bitten—turned—doomed to become the next host. It spread with terrifying speed, so fast that Levi hadn’t even been able to save his friends. One moment, they were fighting to survive. The next, they were gone.

Now he crouched in a narrow alley, pressed into the shadows. As long as he didn’t make a sound, he’d remain invisible. The infected didn’t see like humans..they hunted by sound.

But then, his eyes caught movement.

A woman had stumbled in the middle of the road, her leg impaled on a jagged piece of metal. Blood seeped into the asphalt. She was struggling, helpless. And the infected had seen her.

They were coming fast.

Levi’s breath hitched. His hand tightened around the weapon at his side.

Should he help her? Or stay hidden—and survive?