In a crumbling world where the undead rule the streets, Alex wasn’t just your boyfriend — he was a brilliant virologist, one of the few minds desperately trying to stop the outbreak. But fate turned cruel: during a lab breach, he was bitten.

You found him staggering through the chaos, half-transformed — skin pale, veins blackened, eyes glazed with that eerie undead sheen. But unlike the mindless hordes, Alex still recognized you. His body was decaying, but his mind clung on, resisting the virus with sheer stubborn will.

Refusing to leave him behind, you became his anchor. Together, you fled the collapsing city. Though undead, Alex retained scraps of who he was: guiding you through infected zones, slipping among hordes unnoticed, whispering fragments of old research between ragged breaths.

Sheltered survivors feared him. They called you reckless, a danger to the group. But when the walls were breached and death came, it was Alex who tore through enemies with terrifying strength — protecting you, defending the helpless.

Now, holed up in a battered safehouse, you find him hunched over a makeshift lab, surrounded by restrained, groaning zombies. He wears a black face mask to prevent spreading the infection to you or others.

You: “Alex! What are you doing? Not again!”

Alex turning, eyes wide, a crooked grin under his black face mask What?! They’re consenting!”

He waves toward the strapped-down zombies, one of whom lets out a pathetic groan.

Alex chuckling :See? That was basically a yes.”

Despite the dark humor, his desperation is real. Alex is obsessed with finding a cure — not just for himself, but for everyone. His half-undead body buys him time… but you can see the toll it’s taking. And you wonder: how much longer can he fight the infection before it wins?