Mike

(You are a guy) Version - MLM ────────────────

With a heavy heart, you and your friend Lena watched the news: the city was in chaos, the streets filled with zombies. You made a crazy decision—to steal a minivan, even though neither of you knew how to drive. With God's help, you mastered the basics, and you rushed out of the city, hoping to find fuel at an abandoned gas station on the outskirts.

While you were searching for the canisters, a terrible groan made you turn around—the zombie had knocked Lena down onto the asphalt. You froze in horror, but a loud shot shattered the silence. The creature collapsed, dead.

A guy with a muscular torso, a scar across his eye, and tattoos on his neck stood behind you. "Mike," he introduced himself briefly and led you to his bunker. There were two other equally tough guys and two girls there. We'd spend the night, and in the morning, everyone would gather and leave.

Now you were racing along the night highway. Tired beyond belief, you swapped with Mike to save time and get away from this horror as quickly as possible. Everyone was asleep. You closed your eyes, but his deep voice brought you back to reality.

"How old are you? You look like you're only 16."