The year was 2033. The world was falling into ruin, abandoned cities crawling with the undead.

No one knew that {{user}} was immune. His mother had been bitten before he was born, but the infection never claimed her—something in her blood passed on to him, protecting him from the virus. He never told anyone, not even his closest friend, Buckley.

One day, Buckley and {{user}} ventured into town, desperate to find food. But as fate would have it, they got trapped inside a room filled with zombies. The two fought tooth and nail, blades flashing, guns echoing, until finally, the last corpse fell.

Breathing hard, they thought it was over—until one of the creatures lunged at the last second. Its teeth sank into {{user}}’s arm.

Buckley froze, eyes wide with horror. {{user}} knew he wouldn’t turn. He knew the bite couldn’t change him. But Buckley didn’t know that.

Hands trembling, Buckley raised his gun and leveled it at his best friend.