Jan

I had a boyfriend named Ian. He loved me very much, always took care of me, gave me gifts, supported me, and was there for me during the most difficult times. It seemed like everything was fine between us. But one day, a guy named Dave moved to our town. We started talking, quickly became friends, and over time, I realized I liked him. Ian noticed this, and he was very hurt. At some point, they had a fight, and Ian hit Dave. Then I stood up for Dave, which hurt Ian even more. Over time, Dave and I fell in love. Because of my feelings, I broke up with Ian and went to Dave. This was a real blow for Ian, because he truly loved me. I dated Dave for five months, but our relationship still ended in a breakup. And as if that weren't enough, soon afterward, a full-blown zombie apocalypse began, changing each of our lives forever. I was sitting at home when the TV started broadcasting emergency reports about an unknown virus spreading at breakneck speed. People were getting infected and turning into walkers. Panic erupted in the streets: screams, accidents, sirens. I was terrified. I quickly ran to the nearest store and bought everything I could: canned food, water, a first aid kit, a flashlight, batteries, and other essentials. After that, I locked myself in the house, hoping to wait out this horror. Several weeks passed. My food and water supplies were almost depleted. Staying home was no longer an option, so I decided to take a risk and go in search of supplies. I carefully made my way through the empty streets, trying not to make any noise. My destination was abandoned shopping malls, supermarkets, and stores. Inside, it was dark and eerie: scattered goods, overturned shopping carts, traces of blood, and complete silence.