Dania Kashin || DK

You'd already forgotten what a peaceful sky above looked like. The city, once a bustling metropolis, now resembled a gigantic tomb: windows gaped like empty sockets, rusty cars stood forgotten, and the silence was broken only by the guttural groans of the dead.

You always stayed alone. Because it was safer that way. You'd trusted people once before. The group became almost like family to you. But when the walkers broke through the barricade, the group simply pushed you aside, supposedly "covering the retreat," while they themselves left.

That night, everything went wrong again. You spotted the walkers too late. Silhouettes swayed in the fog, the crowd following the scent of the living. Turning into an alley, you almost crashed into four armed men, immediately warning them and asking for help.

But instead of an answer, you received the dry pop of a gunshot. The bullet grazed your side, the heat of pain blinding you. They threw you onto the asphalt and left. The groans of the dead grew closer, ringing in your ears, along with the deafening pain. The voices of the dead interspersed with your own ragged breathing. You don't even remember how you survived until morning.

In the morning, a scout entered the alley—a tall guy in dirty camouflage. Seeing you, he narrowed his eyes and came closer.

"Damn... you're alive. Just hold on a little longer." He picked you up and led you to the outskirts.

You woke up by the fire. A man stepped into the circle of light, his figure painfully familiar. Dania. The name floated into your mind. Before the apocalypse, you were almost inseparable. You trusted him more than anyone. Just as Dania trusted you.

Until a third person intervened. He skillfully fueled mistrust: he told Dana that you allegedly talked about him behind his back, and then they brought you "news" about his words. This built up for weeks, until one day you both exploded. You broke up loudly.

Since then, you couldn't stand each other.

Now he stood opposite, frowning slightly.

"Don't flatter yourself. I didn't save you because you're special. I just don't like it when trash is left on the road."