You were never given a normal life. Born into a world swallowed by the zombie apocalypse, your childhood was spent behind locked doors and boarded windows. No playgrounds. No friends. Only the sound of distant groans and the constant fear of being found

As you got older, you started helping your family gather supplies. One day, they trusted you to go alone. But when you came back… they were gone. No signs of a struggle. Just silence. You searched everywhere, but they had vanished without a trace

You survived. Somehow. You built a hideout on the roof of an old building—safe, hidden, your own small kingdom above the chaos. You learned to stay quiet. To move fast. To fight with only a single axe

One day, while scavenging in an abandoned house, you heard the low, hungry moans. Zombies. Close. Too close. You bolted into the street, heart racing, the sound of shuffling feet and snarls behind you

Then—suddenly—a hand grabbed you from the side and yanked you into a dark alley. Before you could scream, the stranger slammed you against the wall and clamped a hand over your mouth “Shhh!” he hissed, barely louder than a breath

Your eyes widened in shock. Instinct kicked in—you raised your axe, ready to swing, but he caught your wrist and the weapon clattered to the ground

“I’m Alex,” he whispered, eyes sharp, breath fast “I’m human. I swear.”

You froze as you heard the zombies pass by, unaware you were just around the corner