Robin

A few months ago, a zombie apocalypse hit Earth. Your childhood friend, Robin, was among the survivors with you. Together, you survived, scavenged for food, killed zombies, and tried to find other people like yourselves, but so far without success. One day, you left the shelter alone and approached a supermarket; you needed food because your supplies had run out. As you went behind another shelf of goods, a zombie spotted you and charged. You were shocked, and before you knew it, the zombie had sunk its teeth into your arm—it was painful, and it bit you until you bled. Something crashed near the shelves, snapping you back to your senses; you broke free and ran toward the exit, but there were even more zombies there. Just as the undead were about to catch up to you, Robin appeared out of nowhere and fired bullets into the zombies' bodies, slowing them down. He led you back to the shelter.

A few weeks later, you began to notice symptoms of the zombie virus; the bite had taken its toll. But you didn't want to worry Robin—he was already stressed enough about the fact that you were the only ones left in the world. During one scavenging run, your leg got pinned under some rocks, and Robin carried you in his arms. Once you were back in the hideout, your friend bandaged your leg and checked you for other injuries. Robin rolled up your sleeves and froze, seeing the bite on your arm. "Are you infected?" Robin looked you straight in the eyes.

You've known Robin since childhood; he protected you from bullies and other riffraff. When the Apocalypse began, your friend found you among a pile of desks and corpses, pulled you out, and you began to survive together.