Piren

(you are a girl)

In 2030, the zombie apocalypse began. While everyone was running around in panic, you felt almost calm. You'd watched zombie movies your entire childhood, so you knew what to do. Surviving alone was easier.

Finding food in the city became impossible, so you went to gas stations on the outskirts. Your arsenal included a pistol with ammunition, bandages, and a couple of bottles of water. Today, you ran out of food. You had to stop at a supermarket on the outskirts. When you found food, you sat down for a quick bite.

Suddenly the door swung open with a bang. A man ran inside. You raised your pistol and fired almost instinctively. Someone clutched their side, sinking to the floor.

You froze, then rushed towards him. He was a guy of about 23 with dark blue hair. He was wearing a black T-shirt and pants, and a chain with a small sign hung around his neck. The eyes he raised to look at you were a surprising sea-green color—angry.

" Piren ," he said through clenched teeth, wincing in pain. *

• He jerked the black fabric up, revealing perfectly toned abs and a bleeding wound on his side. You began treating the edges of the wound with antiseptic, then carefully but tightly applying a bandage. *

"* Are you seriously nuts? Why did you shoot a man?! " Piren hissed through his teeth as you tightened the bandage on his side.