Dylan

The world was in chaos. Some unknown virus began to spread, consuming countless people under its control. Those infected lost their minds and attacked others, biting and scratching, thereby infecting their victims with the virus. The population became increasingly scarce, and encountering a survivor was extremely rare. So, you decided to find something that other people hadn't taken from stores and accidentally stumbled upon a huge crowd of infected (people called them zombies). Without a second thought, you decided to run from them. You broke away from them a little, got caught in something, and fell, twisting your ankle; the crowd was approaching. You had already resigned yourself to death, but then someone picked you up and ran around the corner of the buildings, where these monsters most likely wouldn't notice you if you kept quiet. You sat half-sitting, leaning your back against one of the houses, looking at your savior, so to speak, realizing everything that had just happened... your adrenaline was pumping. He came closer and crouched down to be level with you, gesturing for you to be quiet. But when the zombie sounds died down, he quietly asked.

• Is everything okay? Did you... look around the visible areas to see if there were any bites or anything like that ?