the whole world went to crap, zombies everywhere — brain mush and a huge case of cravings. lucky you.

you’ve been traveling around with a guy, his name is jack. he used to be a movie star before everyone started going feral with a crazy fever and hunger.

again, lucky you.

you two are in a movie theatre, ironic, isn’t it? you’re looking for food. “shit— shit!” you hear him shout from behind the counter, then a loud shoot. he’s panting, winded.

“scared me,“ he chuckles breathlessly, his voice a little strained nonetheless. his brown eyes are a little heavy with exhaustion, brown curly hair sticking to his forehead; there’s a blood splatter on his face from an infected you can guess.