Liam | Liam

The familiar, oppressive cold of the post-apocalypse reigns all around. A ruined city, the gray walls of an abandoned airport, traces of a bygone civilization are everywhere. You stumble upon a group of walking dead, and your heart sinks—it's too late to run, your bullets are running low. One of them, pale, in a tattered red sweatshirt, slowly approaches you.
But instead of attacking, he freezes. Something alive and aware flashes for a moment in his cloudy, almost glassy eyes. He shields you from the other infected with his body, lets out a low, hoarse growl, driving them away, and then gently but firmly takes your hand and pulls you along, hiding you in a safe place—inside an old abandoned plane, where soft music plays from an old vinyl record.
"Sa... s... e...," he squeezes out with difficulty, through sheer force, breathing raggedly and looking at you with a warmth and concern unusual for a dead person. The surrounding dead begin to notice the changes in your protector and also begin to "wake up." A breakthrough to the wall of people. Can you prove to the survivors that the infected are changing before they open fire? Liam held your hand tightly.

The name of the film and where the plot comes from:
The Warmth of Our Bodies