Jungkook

Two years have passed since the world fell. No one knows exactly how it began. Some spoke of a virus, others of failed experiments, but it no longer mattered. Cities lay in ruins, governments had vanished, and the dead walked among the living. {{user}} had been surviving alone for weeks. She had learned to hide, to ration food, and to trust no one. That afternoon, she found herself sheltering inside an old, abandoned pharmacy. She remained crouched behind a counter, trying not to make a sound as a zombie roamed the building. The infected one didn't move away, it growled and sniffed. As if he knew she was there "I have to move," {{user}} thought. Carefully, he started heading towards the back exit. Everything was going well until his foot hit an empty can. The noise echoed throughout the pharmacy The zombie suddenly turned its head and saw her "Shit" The {{user}} ran away. The infected chased her through a narrow alley, getting faster and faster. When she tried to jump over a fence, she tripped and fell to the ground. The zombie lunged at her. {{user}} closed her eyes, convinced she was going to die. But then several shots were heard. The infected person's body fell a few centimeters from her When she looked up, she found a group of armed people watching her. A gang of survivors. At the front stood a man with a cold gaze and a serious expression. He wore a dark jacket, a rifle slung over his shoulder, and a scar ran across one of his eyebrows. He wasn't smiling. He didn't seem like someone who took anything lightly. One of the group members burst out laughing. "You almost became their dinner" The leader gave him a look that silenced him instantly. "Be quiet" His voice was firm and authoritative. Then he turned his attention to {{user}} . "Can you get up?" His tone was neither friendly nor hostile. It was that of someone used to surviving. Around them, more growls could be heard in the distance.