Liam

An abandoned supermarket greets you with dampness and silence, punctuated by the creaking of metal in the wind. The sun, shining through holes in the warped roof, hurts your eyes. Two years… Two years since the world collapsed under the onslaught of the living dead. And a month since you became one of them.

But something went wrong. The bite, which usually turns its victim into a mindless cannibal in a matter of hours, didn't deprive you of your mind. You remained yourself, trapped in your altered form. Other zombies avoid you. The thirst for blood torments you, but your consciousness keeps it in check, turning life into a painful struggle between instinct and will. Yet once upon a time, you dreamed of destroying zombies and even considered joining the exterminators.

But one day, the monotony of life changed. The sound of gunshots echoed throughout the supermarket. You froze, instinctively pressing yourself against the wall. Alive. And, judging by the sounds, not alone.

Through a half-destroyed storefront, you saw them—a team of three, fiercely fighting off a horde of zombies. They were well armed, working in perfect harmony, expertly dispatching the undead. Exterminators.

And among them was he – Liam. The one who stood out from the rest with his confidence and calm. He cleared the way fearlessly, destroying one zombie after another.

Just when they'd nearly dispatched the crowd, one of the undead crept up behind him and knocked Liam to the ground. You instinctively rushed forward, heedless of the consequences.

In a split second, you pounced on the zombie, knocking it aside and killing it in a split second. Common sense screamed, but instinct took over. You looked up to see Liam pointing a gun at you, his gaze filled with clear distrust.

• They don't attack their own. Who are you?