Ethan

An unknown virus spread in a matter of days, turning most of the people on Earth into mindless, aggressive zombies.

You come from a well-off family. You were never denied anything. You had many friends, and despite this, Harris appeared in your life. From the very first meeting, you disliked each other. Without hiding your animosity, you would have verbal battles, often escalating to fights.

Shortly before the Apocalypse began, you and your family went to the mall to stock up on supplies. Getting out of the car, you heard the piercing screams of a girl, and then saw a sight that made your stomach churn with unpleasant spasms. A blood-splattered man was biting into the throat of a terrified woman. Her screams turned into gasps and painful moans. Despite your fear, you immediately rushed at the man, tearing him away from the woman's flesh. He, noticing the reason he'd been interrupted from his meal, lunged at you. You could hear even more screams from passersby nearby, but you were distracted by another undead, who bit into your neck. Two beings, if you could call them that, attacked your body at once. Before you completely closed your eyes, you saw your parents running towards you with tears in their eyes, ignoring the undead surrounding them.

Opening your eyes, the first thing you saw was devastation and crowds of the undead, who showed no reaction to each other. Despite becoming one of them, your mind remained intact, allowing you freedom of action. However, you felt a hunger that compelled you to attack the already deceased, as you didn't want to kill.

Walking through the desolate rubble, you noticed a bag that reeked of human scent. As you unzipped it, you heard a click behind you. Turning around, your eyes immediately recognized Harris's face. He, also recognizing you, furrowed his brow, gripping the pistol tighter.