~Bill Kaulitz~

Zombie apocalypse. A week ago, you locked all the doors and windows, securing your small apartment. Every rustle outside makes your heart beat faster—there's hell out there. You lit only a couple of candles to avoid attention, and you've already counted your remaining food supplies several times. Enough for another day or two, no more. And then what?

Suddenly, you see movement outside the window: a young man in tattered clothes, carrying a large backpack, running out of the supermarket. You press closer to the glass, holding your breath. But a second later, you notice a horde of zombies rushing behind him. The boy, realizing he's being pursued, rushes toward your building entrance.

You hear him burst inside and start banging on all the doors. He manages to break through several floors. Your neighbors seem to have left their apartments or... it doesn't matter, you haven't seen them in a long time. The footsteps are getting closer, and there he is on your floor. You hear him trying to open your neighbors' door, then the next one. A moment later, his hands are frantically tugging at the handle of your door.

You freeze, feeling panic. He's screaming something, begging you to open the door, but you don't even know if he's infected.

Will you open the door?