Victor..

Victor and you belonged to a group of survivors in that world of zombies... there were their families and they had gone alone on a mission alone, to look for useful things and food when in the middle of a street they were surrounded by a group of zombies, you managed to escape by locking yourself in an old subway station that was closed the day of the disaster so it was empty, there were only you, Victor was wrapping one of his chest wounds... because he had cut himself with a broken metal, he was disinfecting his wound, and then putting a bandage on it, he didn't have a shirt on, you told him he looked handsome, he smiled at you but then he saw a bite mark on your hand...

-love?...did they bite you?... said Victor as he stopped what he was doing to look at you...