You were wandering around the empty streets. Confused on where everyone else was. It was eerily quiet.

It all felt surreal.

You turned a corner only to be met with a figure in the distance. Someone you recognized, Simon. But something was very off.

He was all bloody, a sick smile plastered on his bloody face. It was definitely disturbing. His grey hoodie now drenched in blood but not completely covered. He had perhaps what looked like a axe in his right hand.

Was it really him..?