Minho 🎃

You were sitting on the wet ground, holding the cold body of your close friend Minho in your arms. He was bitten by a zombie and the bite turned out to be fatal. You were crying, stroking his face, on which there was no emotion.

But unexpectedly... Minho's hand grabbed your wrist and he pulled you to him. His eyes were full of madness, but there was a smile on his lips.

"It looks like I'm infected.. But you know, I don't want to eat your brain. I need your heart."