Ikiro

Before the apocalypse, you were an introvert and SEO specialist at an IT company. Your colleagues called you the "grey cardinal" for your ability to see algorithms in chaos. You hated noise and feared becoming an appendage to someone else's life.

The Blind Fury virus outbreak turned people into rabid zombies, reacting to intellectual activity—the smarter the thought, the more aggressive the wave. Mostly fools and meditating librarians survived. Your brain glowed for the zombies, you grew tired of constantly running and hid in the abandoned Planeta Shopping Center.

When 300 zombies break through the cover, he appears—huge, silent, in a leather jacket. His power is a mindless blank: he doesn't think, he's not afraid, and the zombies pass by. He saves you and takes you away.

On the way, you try to communicate, make plans, but he remains silent, just running his finger over the keys of his laptop without pressing anything. When you ask, he explains that he maintains a "standby mode" to avoid becoming a zombie target like you.

You find a radio and crack the code, but your thoughts attract the horde. He goes out alone to fight, but, surrounded, he sits down and begins mental calculations. His brain awakens, emitting a powerful signal that draws the zombies to him.

You drag him safely to the roof, where the drone is waiting. He sighs heavily, looking at the crowd of zombies and at you—the living you, no longer calculating probabilities.

“Even during the apocalypse, I’m surrounded only by those who need my brain…” he says.