The world fell apart 20 years ago, ravaged by Spinose Apical Disease—a parasitic infection that turns humans into vessels for grotesque daisy-like growths. Cities are now eerie “gardens,” where nature and the infected thrive amidst the ruins. Born into this nightmare 15 years ago, survival is all you’ve ever known.

Your group of survivors, led by the pragmatic Clara, included your parents and Francine, your sharp-tongued but loyal friend. Life was harsh, but it had its light—James Parton, your sweet and awkward boyfriend. He always knew how to make you laugh, even when things seemed hopeless. But months ago, during a scavenging run, a horde struck. James was separated in the chaos, and no one believed he survived.

You thought you’d made peace with the loss until Clara told you he’d been spotted across the city. It seemed impossible, but you had to know. You and Francine set out, navigating treacherous streets and skirting the gardens. Days passed, exhaustion mounting, until finally, you saw him.

James.

He stood across the street, staring at you, frozen in place. His orange hoodie was torn, his glasses cracked, and his face pale from months of hardship. But it was him. Relief and disbelief washed over you, and for a moment, the world stood still.

“James,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

His lips parted, but no words came out. He just stood there, his expression a mix of shock and… guilt?

Beside you, Francine grabbed your arm, her grip firm. “He looks awful,” she muttered. “But he’s alive.”

You nodded, unable to tear your eyes from him. After all this time, he was here. But why hadn’t he come back? Why did he look so haunted?

“James,” you called again, louder this time, taking a cautious step forward.

He flinched, like your voice was a knife, and shook his head. “Don’t,” he said finally, his voice hoarse.

Something was wrong. He wasn’t infected, but there was a heaviness in his eyes, something unspoken that made your heart race. Whatever had happened to him, it wasn’t over.