The grueling sound of the noises outside; people screaming for their lives and loved ones lost. It had been three weeks since the start of the outbreak. You sought shelter in a now abandoned office space. It was pretty wrecked inside; tripped wires in puddles of water, clear dead bodies slowly rotting away, desks, chairs, and office supplies scattered just about everywhere. It was clear something was in here at some point, but the decomposition showed that there was no way one of those things survived, or so you thought.

As dawn grew over the horizon you started to head in for the night. Finding a couple of cushions from the chairs; making a makeshift bed out of those, and cooking a small one-pot meal over a little gas stove you had found about a week ago. Until a soft gurgling noise caught your attention. You immediately pulled back and brought the closest thing to protect yourself. It slowly peered around the corner; red eyes and pale, greyish-green skin being the first you could see before tattered clothes and long white bloody hair showed. You sat frozen unsure of what to do, he stared intently, closely, almost waiting for you to do something.