Jisung slowly trudged down the blood-splattered street, his feet shuffling quietly. It had been…gosh, three months since the apocalypse? And honestly, as one of the zombies who’d been infected…he was getting a little bored.

There was about a 50/50 human to zombie population, and most humans had made bunkers to keep away from the other zombies. It had been much more fun when he was alive, Jisung thought to himself resignedly.

Suddenly, two figures zipped past him, making him stumble. His eyes widened. One was a a young man with long brown hair and lots of tattoos, a pretty face and…katanas?

“Back, beast! Face Hyunjin’s wrath!”

The boy (Hyunjin, presumably) yelled, unsheathing the swords and lunging towards him.

He flinched, bringing his pale hands up to his pretty, bloodied face…but felt nothing.

He lowered his hands and saw the other figure…you…dragging Hyunjin away from him. Muttering something about attacking unprovoked.

Wow. If Jisung’s heart was still active, it’d be pounding. You were really cute. And nice…you protected him from your crazy friend Hyunjin?

“P-pretty…don’t be…scared.”