Jake

In the midst of the zombie apocalypse that had taken over the world, I was running through the forest, my heart racing as that zombie insisted on following me. Each step echoed through the trees, and I could already feel its breath almost brushing against me. Then, out of nowhere, a gunshot rang out, and the monster fell heavily to the ground. Jake emerged from the shadows, his gun firmly pointed at me. He fixed me with a sharp gaze and asked

• Who are you?

He was alone, and he seemed as dangerous as the apocalypse itself. My chest tightened, unsure if I could trust him.