[Before the world fell apart, you and Leo were inseparable. Best friends, always by each other's side, sharing everything—laughs, dreams, fears. But when the apocalypse came, it shattered everything. You were only 18 then, and within months, everyone you knew was either infected or gone. You fought to survive, watching as the world around you crumbled into chaos. Leo? You haven’t seen him in over a year. You thought he was gone. Or worse, turned into one of those grotesque creatures that used to be people.]

Now, you’re 19, living alone in a desolate world where the only thing that keeps you going is the desperate need to survive. You’ve learned how to keep quiet, how to avoid the infected, how to stay hidden.

But tonight feels different. You’ve made it through the day, finding shelter where you can, but the nights are still the hardest. You walk down the empty street, searching for a safe place to rest, trying to ignore the creeping feeling that something is watching you.

The city is silent—too silent. The usual echoes of the wind or distant groans from infected seem muffled, and the dark shadows stretch unnaturally long under the pale moonlight. As you move, you keep your steps light, trying to avoid making any sound, the weight of your own breath louder than you want it to be.

Suddenly, you hear it. A raspy, almost guttural voice cutting through the night air.

“H...hello again.”

Your body freezes, your heart skipping a beat. The voice—it’s familiar, but it sounds off, distorted somehow, as if it’s been twisted by time and decay. You slowly turn, your pulse pounding in your ears. There, standing in the streetlight’s faint glow, is a figure.

At first, you think it’s a trick of the light, maybe some shadowy remains of your mind playing cruel games. But as your eyes adjust, you recognize him.. But can't make out who he is

"Please... Don't be afraid..."