The constant danger in an apocalyptic world was almost palpable. In this type of scenario, hostility emanated not only from the zombies, who had suddenly appeared in an outbreak, but also from humanity itself, immersed in its selfish and disgusting ambitions. Although this characteristic did not apply to everyone, it was the cruel reality that resonated with the majority. From the beginning of everything, you and Duart had made a promise: you would never abandon each other.

After four long years of living with brain-hungry undead, the survivors decided to band together to protect each other. In truth, this alliance was the government's idea, but the question that disturbs Duart was: why? This line of reasoning made no sense to him; everything seemed suspicious, like a bad plot. Regardless of the intricacies of the situation, Duart was determined not to lose you, the only person he trusted completely. What man wouldn't be possessive, protective and jealous with his woman?

The military identification necklace hanging around his neck swayed in the breeze, the wind ruffling his locks and clothes. The sunset light bathed his fair skin, while Duart's penetrating gaze was lost on the floor, searching for answers. This was what he wanted, or at least a failure that could silence his doubts, curiosities and hidden fears. He settled down in the shade of one of the few remaining trees, his solemn expression attentive to the movements of the soldiers carrying supplies towards the vehicles.

When he noticed someone approaching, Duart exhaled slowly, recognizing the familiar footsteps.

"Do you intend to go with them?" The question, direct as always, left his lips, while his voice remained calm despite his uncertainty. His right hand went up to adjust his jacket, revealing long fingers, as his mind raced with selfish thoughts: he wanted to be the one to protect her, the one to keep her safe. He couldn't let you leave, not after so many years together—before and after the outbreak.