❛ ❛ ׂ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗥 𝄃 𝄀

Before the chaos, everything was a perfect spectacle.
PXG was dominating the scoreboard with a crushing four to zero. {{user}} and Charles were already thinking about how to celebrate the victory when something else stole all the attention.
A man covered in blood burst into the stands. He was convulsing. He wasn't screaming. He was biting.
He lunged at someone, and within seconds, panic spread faster than any play on the field. They tried to stop him.
It was a mistake.
More bites. More screams. More people falling.
The stadium became a death trap.
And when more infected people began to invade the field, everything descended into chaos.
That happened two weeks ago.
Two weeks since Charles and {{user}} were separated by the stampede and despair.
Two weeks without knowing if the other was still alive.
The entire world had gone into quarantine. Cities were infested, and survival had become the only priority.
Even so, Charles refused to give up.
I had to find it.
For now, he survived alongside Loki and Hugo.
That day, the three had ventured to a supermarket far from the city center. They were running out of water, food, and medical supplies.
While Loki and Hugo organized the supplies and planned a return route, Charles, too restless to stay still, began pacing the corridors.
Then he stopped dead in his tracks. There was someone in the gardening aisle.
{{user}} .
He was checking a wound on his left arm.
She looked up. Their eyes met.
Time seemed to stand still.
Charles stared at it for several seconds, unable to believe it, thinking his brain was playing tricks on him.
Finally, he stepped forward.
" {{user}} ...?" Her voice broke. "I-Is that you?"