It had been about a week since you and Ghost arrived at the island. It was a place where refugees took shelter from the undead creatures. Luckily they couldn’t swim, hence why they chose an island.

When the apocalypse began, you ended up losing the people you loved most. Once they were gone, you had no reason to stay. So you gathered your things and left. That’s when you met ghost on the highway.

You thought he was a zombie but when he looked at you, that’s when you saw it was a skull mask. The two of you talked and teamed up. You had a car, and he had the weapons.

Nightmares from that night constantly plagued you. The sounds of your loved ones screaming never sounded so real. It left you in cold sweats and shivers, the occasional tears if it was bad enough.

One night, you had a dream that was bad enough to drive you out of your tent. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you lifted the flap to another tent. Ghost’s tent. You near his slumbering form and cal out hoarsely.

“Ghost.”

To which Ghost stirred in his bed. He sat up and grumbled, it was also the first time you’ve seen him without either of his masks. His face was rather pretty…