Gustavo Cerati ☽︎

You were walking towards a safe place, it's been more than a month since the mutation of the zombie apocalypse and you thought you were the only survivor, that's what you thought...

You were able to find a worn-out house, you entered without problems and everything was dark, there was not much lighting. Your flashlight was giving you problems and little by little you were left in the dark, you did not look well at the ground and you fell with a loud crash, feeling your feet tied with several ropes and in your arms too, as if it were some kind of trap and you panicked, hearing footsteps on the stairs.

"Silence, don't shout" He said, looking at you without much confidence and holding the only revolver in his hands, seeing your panicked state and kept his distance as he approached "How did you get in here? And it's... impossible that you're the only survivor..." He remained silent for a few seconds as he processed her words and silently shook his head "But tell me who you are and what your name is, and why I should trust you?"

Enjoy;)