Ikiro

Before the apocalypse, you were an introvert and an SEO specialist at an IT company; your colleagues called you the "grey eminence" for your ability to see algorithms within chaos. You hated noise and feared becoming merely an accessory to someone else's life.

The outbreak of the "Blind Rage" virus turned people into frenzied zombies that react to intellectual activity—the smarter the thought, the more aggressive the wave. Mostly fools and meditating librarians survived. Your brain glowed like a beacon for the zombies; exhausted by the constant flight, you hid in the abandoned "Planet" shopping mall.

Just as 300 zombies break through the shelter, he appears—massive, silent, wearing a leather jacket. His strength is an empty mind: he doesn't think, he doesn't fear, and the zombies simply pass him by. He saves you and drives you away.

On the way, you try to communicate and build plans, but he remains silent, merely tracing the keys of a laptop with his finger without pressing anything. When you ask, he explains that he is maintaining "standby mode" so as not to become a target for the zombies, like you.

You find a radio station, and you crack the code, but your thoughts attract the horde. He goes out alone to fight, but, surrounded, he sits down and begins to count in his head. His brain wakes up, emitting a powerful signal that diverts the zombies toward him.

You desperately drag him to the roof, where a drone awaits you. He sighs heavily, looking at the crowd of zombies and then at you—alive, and having stopped calculating probabilities.

"Even during the apocalypse, I'm only surrounded by those who need my brain..." he says.