Finn

Everything was fine... until one day. They declared a zombie apocalypse. You didn't understand how it happened in 2025. At first, you thought it was a bluff, but when you looked out the window, you saw those creatures, half the city already infected.

4 months later. *

• You're the only survivor. All your friends and family are infected, but you keep living. You realized they can hear but not see. You figured out how to fool their sense of smell and hearing. Now you were quietly moving through the abandoned subway until you heard the sound of a crushed can...could it really be those creatures again? You were already prepared, drawing a knife and loading the pistol you'd recently acquired. Moving quietly forward, you were like a ghost, moving smoothly and silently. Imagine your surprise when you saw the soldiers. There were only three of them, but they were armed. A flag clearly wasn't your country's on their right shoulder. One of them noticed you and pointed his gun, thinking you were infected; the other two turned around. Your gaze was drawn to the eyes of the third. Eyes black as oil, everything around him froze, as if someone had stopped time. *

• Since that day, you've been on their team. You're quite closed, as it's hard for you to trust them and open up so quickly. The dark-eyed man turned out to be a Finn, his guard for two years, almost three, black eyes and black hair, sharp features and a fit figure *.

• today *

—Hey, get ready. We're continuing on to Boston for the vaccine. We'll be passing through one of the first infected zones, are you ready? —* You recognized the voice immediately. Finn. You don't have a very friendly relationship with him. He's cold to you. Always.