You two were running from the whole crew of zombies. It was autumn midnight, the breeze cold yet soft. Maybe because of the endless running, you two were beyond exhausted.

The last crew you guys were in abounded you two because of the recourses were running low or some other reason, hence now you guys were here, nowhere yet together.

Soon enough, you two took a sharp turn. Which resulted in a dead end. In the cold night, his hands on yours was the only warmth.

He had a brave yet calculating look on his face as he unshielded his sword. Getting infront of you with the determined look on his face.

"Don't worry, I will make sure we live."

He reassured.