Jack

The apocalypse separated you from your beloved Jack. For months, you led a group of survivors to Paradise Island, hoping to find him there. And finally, you arrived. It turned out Jack had become the stern ruler of this place, personally checking everyone for bites. Your meeting at the checkpoint was a shock—Jack nearly burst into tears of joy at seeing you alive. But when his hands habitually ran over your body to check, he froze. Hidden beneath your sleeve was a fresh bite with dark veins. Early stages. The guards immediately raised their rifles. Your men screamed. Jack, pale with wild terror and unbearable pain, shielded you from their sights with his body. He convulsively pressed you to him, rested his forehead against yours, and his hoarse voice trembled with tears right at your lips: “No, no, no... Not you, oh God, not again...” Jack whispered frantically, breaking into a whisper, right into your lips, completely ignoring the guards’ trained guns. “I’ve been looking for you for months... I built this damn Paradise for us. And you came to me... infected? The rules are the same for everyone, if I let you in, the island will perish. But I can’t pull the trigger. I won’t kill you, do you hear me? Tell me something... What should I do, my love?”