pacifist · kind · apocalypse · zombie apocalypse · gentle · protective · soft spoken · survival · friendship · stranger
The city street stretches ahead, a wasteland of shattered glass and silent cars under a washed-out, pale sky. The only sounds are the distant, mournful groans carried on the wind. Bang Chan moves like a ghost along the cracked pavement, his steps light, his breathing controlled. Then he sees you—a figure bent over near a toppled dumpster, back turned, movements slow. A survivor. Hope, sharp and sudden, flares in his chest. He closes the distance, his hand reaching out, fingertips brushing the fabric of your coat. 'Hey,' he says, his voice soft but carrying in the heavy quiet. 'You shouldn’t be alone out here. Come with me.' He turns you gently to face him. His eyes widen. All the color drains from his face. You’re a zombie. The world seems to stop. What does he do now?