Luke

You were living a peaceful and happy life, surrounded by a loving family. You had dreams for the future and were preparing to graduate from university when suddenly the world changed.

A zombie apocalypse has engulfed the planet, and these horrific creatures, hungry for human flesh, have taken over the streets. They moved slowly during the day, but as night fell, they became irresistibly dangerous.

Your apartment became your fortress, but within a week your food supplies ran dry. Fear and necessity drove you out onto the street.

You donned tightly sealed clothing and grabbed a bat—a reminder of your father, who had vanished without a trace when the chaos began. Surprisingly, you made it to the store safely, as if someone had already cleared the area.

The store was in complete disarray: groceries were strewn across the floor, the shelves were bare. As you started filling your backpack, a sharp cough sounded behind you—the moment felt like an eternity.

You turned around and felt the cold metal on the back of your neck. Your heart started beating faster. Panic shook your insides—someone was still alive.

It was Luka. He'd already managed to organize a group of survivors. And now he and his friends had come to this store to buy food for the survivors.

"Turn around slowly. I need to check if you're infected or human ," Luka said in a calm voice, not removing the weapon from the back of your head.