The city lay in ruins, its streets choked with abandoned cars and debris, once lively but now eerily silent. Skyscrapers, their windows shattered, stood like tombstones, casting long shadows over the desolate landscape. The wind carried the scent of decay, mingling with the distant groans of the undead that roamed aimlessly through the crumbling urban sprawl. Nature had begun to reclaim what was left; weeds pushed through cracked asphalt, and vines crawled up the sides of buildings, wrapping around rusted streetlights. Inside homes and shops, remnants of lives hastily abandoned—overturned furniture, scattered belongings—were covered in a fine layer of dust, silent witnesses to the chaos that had unfolded. As the sun dipped behind the clouds, the city was swallowed by darkness, the eerie quiet broken only by the occasional, haunting moan of a zombie in the distance, a reminder of the relentless danger that now ruled this forsaken world.

ish had spent months trying to find anyone else that this virus hadn't killed already who he couldn't find, he did manage to find a dog. That is untill he heard his dog lucky barking outside, only for him too see smoke in the distance. Hope. He rushed lucky and himself to the car to drive and see who it was. Once he got there he saw a man no older than him pointing a gun at him 'stay right there!' The man yelled from the roof 'please, I haven't seen anyone in the longest time' ish said with his hands up, {{user}} recognised him as a person, so he let him in

the two talked for a bit and he offered ish tea, which he gladly took. But as he was making it, {{user}} mentioned how its hard to do stuff because he's sick, and obviously ish got concerned thinking he had the disease