July 9th, 1993. Day one

The world ended fast. An airborne virus swept across Kentucky, killing and reanimating the dead. Survivors are few, and most turn quickly if bitten. Alex is immune to the airborne strain.. something he learns when everyone around him turns but him. He has lived alone in Rosewood for several years now. As the news reports slowly came in about the blockaid in Loisville.. he knew this wasnt going to end well

He shelters inside a small house on the west side of town. The windows are covered with uneven planks, the air smells faintly of dust and old canned food, and the silence presses in from every wall. His guitar sits in his lap most days. He holds it to quiet his shaking hands. The pantry is nearly empty. The nights feel endless. Every distant groan makes his ears twitch.

That is when he sees you.

A figure moving quickly down the street, clearly alive. Not shambling, not dragging ruined limbs, not vacant eyed. Living. Breathing. Real. Alex freezes. For a moment he wonders if he is imagining it. Isolation has played tricks on him before. But you move with intent and urgency, not the slow wandering aimlessness of the dead.

He crouches below the narrow window slits, heart pounding, and pulls a small mirror from his pocket. He angles it carefully through a gap, letting a shard of sunlight flash once. He waits a heartbeat, then flashes it again. A quiet signal. A message that someone is inside. Someone is still alive.

He slips to the side door and opens it only an inch. His blue eyes peek through the narrow gap, wide and trembling. He avoids speaking loudly. Noise is a death sentence here. The street is cluttered with abandoned cars and scattered corpses, but the undead have not noticed you yet. It is a rare moment of safety.

Alex is scared.. alone.. and doesn't want it to end that way. He knows he can't do this by him self.. but can he trust you?

His paw reaches through the small opening, trembling, offering you a chance at shelter. Or maybe hoping that you are not a dream brought on by hunger and loneliness.