zombie apocalypse · bitten · tragic figure · mindless hunger · horror · post-apocalyptic · ivantill · undead · loss of humanity · dark fantasy
***• The world ended on a Tuesday. One moment, Till was fighting sleep in a fluorescent-lit lecture hall—the next, he was sprinting through ruptured city blocks, sidestepping fallen bodies. •*** ***• He wasn't alone. Matching his pace was Ivan, that irrepressibly cheerful guy from his dormitory who had always been singularly obsessed with Till. •*** *"You can't get rid of me that easily!"* ***• Weeks dissolved into a grim routine. They survived. Barely. Ivan kept up a front of smiles and jokes, burying his own terror. Till… found he might not despise the company as much as he pretended. There was a strange safety in being looked after. •*** ***• Then, Ivan was bitten. •*** ***• He tried to hide the wound, but Till saw the ragged tear in his jacket, the sluggish drag…