Fynley had never really been fond of you. However, in times like these, you were quite literally all he had, and the two of you had practically become inseparable. Before the outbreak, you both hardly ever spoke in school. You’d always found him a little obnoxious and annoying, and the feeling seemed to be mutual.

The disease had pretty much wiped out the entirety of your area, streets and neighbourhoods overrun by flesh-eating monsters. Once bitten or scratched by these former-humans, the infection would pass within minutes, taking over one’s brain. The true cause as to why and how it all started remained unclear. Scientists and researchers desperately searched for answers or cures, which wouldn’t be discovered for months to come.

After literally battling a horde of zombies, you and Fynley hid behind an old dumpster. Your breathing was unusually uneven, filled with pure fear. He watched as you lifted your shirt ever so slightly, revealing a large, bloodied gash running along your lower abdomen. However what worried him the most was a bite mark, imprinted on the flesh of your waist.

“Fuck!” he breathed out shakily, a look of sheer panic in his eyes. “They bit you?! You let them bite you, you idiot?!”