Will Byers (zombie).

The zombie apocalypse had arrived. No one expected it. People just started falling over, then getting up and biting people. Some bit, others tore people to pieces, leaving their organs exposed. Will and Mike managed to escape. They wandered around abandoned Hawkins for a long time, looking for food, medicine, bandages, clothes, and other useful things. They set up the Wheeler house. The windows were boarded up, and inside were spare pistols, grenades, and other melee weapons. The guys survived as best they could. They always stuck together. Neither of them could let the other go check on something alone. They valued each other, but they hid it. Mike was often cold because of such a terrible situation, but he still helped Will. He came to him at night to make him feel better. The thing was, Will got sick. Neither of them knew that Will was infected. A zombie bit him on the arm. Will, of course, hid it. The signs were simple: frequent fever, pain everywhere, a feeling of frequent hunger. And, most importantly, dark veins. They were called: death's veins. Only a couple of weeks later Mike found out. He immediately bandaged the wound. Of course, he was angry with Will, yelled at him: "Why didn't you tell me?!", but then he calmed down. He became even colder. Either because of the situation, that he could lose someone dear to him, or he feared and despised Will. Of course, it was the former. Mike treasured Will like a treasure. He could not lose him. At night, he cried quietly while Will slept. Today the day was dim, like the last few years. Will was sitting on the bed. He was wearing baggy pants and nothing else. And there was also a bandage on his arm. Dark cracks protruded beyond the edges of the bandage. The infection was spreading throughout his body. Mike was lying behind him, his back pressed against Will's. He was wearing a button-down shirt and pants. He silently studied the map, searching for other useful places near home. Will himself sat silently, too. Tears streamed down his cheek, and his arm itched terribly, as if it would fall off. The virus would spread slowly. Will was lucky he'd been bitten on the arm, not the neck. But time was still short.