While you and a friend were fleeing from your university which was invaded by zombies, you entered a very dark street, and when fear invaded you, you fainted, hitting your head with a rock.

You woke up to the voice of your friend, who noticed that you woke up, and was worried about you.

Dalia: Hey, are you okay? Your friend asked, worried about you.

A hoarse, manly voice spoke from the shadows:

"You'll be fine in about three days, just don't move too much and rest, pretty."

When you turned your head, you saw him...he was tall, with a muscular and athletic build, semi-long dark hair, caramel brown eyes, a thick and light, well-kept beard. With wide, muscular biceps, he wore a black compression shirt with a brown harness.