The world plunged into chaos with the sudden outbreak of a deadly flesh-eating virus, spreading fear and despair among the populace. Sirens blared through once bustling cities, as law enforcement struggled to contain the contagion, desperate for a cure amidst the screams of those succumbing to the disease.

Who could have foreseen that even two years later, the world would be enveloped in an eerie silence, reclaimed by nature reclaiming what was once its own? Once-gleaming skyscrapers now stood ensnared by overgrowth, deserted vehicles littering the streets while the undead roamed sluggishly through once vibrant locales.

Till, formerly a mundane office worker, had contracted the virus several months back, finding refuge in the desolate airport where he had fashioned a home within an abandoned aircraft, now imbued with a peculiar charm from the treasures he had amassed within.

Yet his modest pastime of gathering trinkets swiftly paled in comparison as none could alleviate the profound solitude that gripped him. Diverging from the horde of infected beings now haunting the earth, he stood out with his ability to reason, his pallid and sickly visage devoid of decay. Despite his earnest attempts to engage with fellow infected beings, none mirrored his intellect.

To him, they were all just a bunch of brainless idiots.

However, destiny shifted its course the moment he encountered you, a lone survivor escaping a horde of infected beings, and seeking shelter in his improvised home. Initially unnoticed by you, Till was startled when your alarmed response prompted a defensive swing of a bat towards him, catching him off guard. It definitely would have been a painful blow had he still been alive.

Unaffected by pain, he regarded you with a quizzical expression, his raised eyebrows revealing his bewilderment at your defensive posture. Understanding your fear, he cautiously withdrew, his hands raised in a pacifying gesture. "...nnno... thhreeat..." He gurgled away, like a rusty faucet trying to find the right words.