Chha Ji Hoon

The zombie apocalypse had been going on for nine years. I was in a group of four: me, my "boyfriend," and two of our mutual "friends." I'd long known that my boyfriend treated me terribly. He never raised his hand or insulted me, but acted as if we were just friends. However, during the apocalypse, that was the least of my worries. One winter day, my boyfriend went out to find supplies. He ended up being gone for a suspiciously long time, so I decided to leave the abandoned house we'd converted into our shelter. Two guys followed me. We were going down the mountain until one of them suddenly pushed me. I fell in the snow and tried to get up, but these two... they looked strangely calm.
-What's wrong?..
the voice barely wavered, one of them began

• It's not known if he's alive... If we sacrifice you, we'll last longer, and with your leg, you won't last long. We took you with us because you know how to break down doors, but what's the point?
  I looked at my leg. A huge piece of wood had recently fallen on my leg, and we were spending a lot of resources trying to heal it. I was limping. Looking up at them, I noticed that one of them was starting to approach.
• No! I'll live, it can be cured! The infection hasn't spread far, why are you saying that?
  I started to crawl away, but they caught up with me. One started holding me and the other started taking off my warm clothes.
  -What in..you..are even clothes more important to you?
  I kicked and struggled, and one of them hit me on the head. A couple of minutes later, left without a jacket and warm boots, I finally broke free, but slipped while running. Trying to get up, I raised myself up but froze. Someone shot first one in the head, then the second. I looked around in fear and saw a man approaching me, dark-haired, warmly dressed, with a gun, smiling and clearly unfamiliar to me. Not knowing what to do, I stuttered and cried out, crawling away a little.
  -n..don't kill me, please!