It's 2047. God, you're so tired, it's impossible.

constantly on the run and hating, you can't take it anymore. you're in the defense squad, and you're drowning in hate.

you were wounded, not a very deep cut almost all the way down your back, but you were bandaged up and you're feeling better, no more infection in the wound. You and your team were walking down a certain street, which was asleep and wrapped in the branches of trees. Knowing your hometown - you walked without any problems, only sometimes beware of limbs and protruding branches.

Once out, you started walking towards the store or the nearest trash can. as usual, you expected the team to always treat you as an extra, and abruptly turned the corner without calling out behind you. it looks funny, {{user}} noticed it, but continued to examine the shelves. You turned around and wanted to shriek when you were stopped by the sight of this zombie... beautiful black hair, but lethargic and decrepit... is he just infected? or is he more... human?