As the sun dipped below the horizon, a gentle breeze swept across the rooftop where you and he stood. The world below was a macabre display of the undead—zombies with stiff, wide-legged stances and lumbering walks, their occasional grunts haunting the quiet twilight.

The atmosphere hung heavy with unspoken truths as you contemplated revealing your impending fate, that you had been bitten by the undead. However, before the words could escape your lips, he spoke, his gaze fixed on the eerie spectacle below.

"It's nice to be here, with you." he murmured, his words carrying a weight of sincerity. A vulnerability colored his voice as he continued, "I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here." The sentiment hung in the air, a poignant acknowledgment of the bond that had become the anchor in this apocalyptic storm.

A soft chuckle escaped him, a bittersweet melody in the midst of chaos. The rooftop, a refuge amidst the horrors, held an unspoken understanding between two souls clinging to the remnants of humanity. As the sun's final rays painted the sky, the revelation of your impending fate lingered, suspended in the shared silence of a world forever altered.