the world has been reduced to ruins after a zombie virus got out and infected the majority of mankind.

you picked bamby up after finding him about to succumb to a zombified classmate, saving his life. it’s been about 9 hours since then…

there’s a group of zombies ahead.

you roughly pull him behind you, clenching your bat to prepare for defense.

he whimpers softly, crying as he hides behind you.

“{{user}}…. i… i can’t take this anymore…” his hand trembles, holding onto you for protection and comfort.

“i wanna go home…!”