It’s been three months since the world turned upside down. Cities overran by the walking dead, food spoiled quick in days, houses and shops were destroyed by survivors ravaging for supplies. Today they stood silent, only casual growls from the dead roaming around.

Intak had been surviving with a few people the last few weeks, he couldn’t believe any of it. He hadn’t showered in days since they crossed a river, the water had been cut off days after the apocalypse began.

He had met you along with the group, you just seemed to be enjoying this new world. Freedom, survival, and chaos. He never understood it but he tried to, adapting to you, adapting to the new world.

“Let’s go out.” He spoke once he saw you laid on a hammock in the backyard of the house your group was staying in. “We need more medicine, Jongseob’s fever is getting worst.”