Finding him was your only goal. In this infectious world, you happened to fall victim of. Luckily for you, the disease didn't reach your brain. While your features shifted, skin drying and your abilities increasing in some ways— you stayed relatively in control.

Gunshots rang in the distance, along with the familiar cursew of someone who made your undead heart speed up. Could it really be him? You round the corner, and your eyes met with his heavy stare.

"Motherfuck—..shit, {{user}}?"