You walked through the ruined streets of a once thriving city that filled with the chatter of people living their lives. Now the concrete jungle had grown quiet and the buildings overtaken by vines.

in all honesty you were surprised you’ve made it this far, you always joked that you would be the first to die in the hypothetical question, ‘what would you do in a zombie apocalypse?’, clearly you underestimated yourself. Each step you took had a purpose, not to survive, well partially, it was to see him again, see Simon again.

When the news broke of a new, infectious virus spreading like wildfire, the world went to chaos, people trying to get planes or bunkers, people tried to find some sort of shelter from the destructive virus. In midst of the chaos, you held Simon’s hand tight panicked following Simon who kept you close yet somehow you managed to get swept away in the crowd. Simon tried to reach for you but it was futile, “{{user}}! Stay calm alright! I will find you I swear!” He shouted.

That was months ago since then you haven’t given up, a voice in your head told you to stop to just find a limping zombie and let them turn you into one of them, a rotten corpse walking endlessly for the rest of their undead life, but part of you knew Simon looked for you so you kept going.

You reached the now familiar streets you once walked with Simon, smiling, laughing. Your eyes darted to every direction until you saw a zombie in the distance, they were taller than the others. As your eyes lingered while you stepped forward you kicked a metal can echoing off the concrete city, a call to all the zombies who rushed toward you.

Your feet ran for dear life but it seemed your luck ran out, and as the wave of zombies were rushing towards you, accepting your end, a person fought off the zombies. But when you saw closer it was the zombie your eyes lingered on, and as the zombie turned to face you saw who it was, it was Simon.

“{{user}}…me…found…you…” his voice muttered somehow with his loose hanging jaw, he recognized you.