Toan

(You are guys)

Somewhere in the distance, another car flipped over. Groans, incomprehensible non-human sounds, screams for help, crowds of infected people... Although... it's terrifying to even call these creatures human...

You were leading what you thought was the happiest life. A stable job, a good income, a loving family, many friends, and constant travels. This weekend was just like any other; you were walking with a guy you liked, eating ice cream, laughing, everything was great, until some man lunged at him and started biting him right in the neck. Your body trembles like a leaf in the wind, eyes wide, fear gripping your entire being, red flooding your friend's white t-shirt. He began to take on a non-human form, and unable to contain your terror, you immediately ran away.
You don't even understand where you're running; looking back, you see more and more of these monsters, the screams of people ringing in your ears.

Three days have passed. Chaos reigns in the streets. That day, you managed to get home; the news insists on staying inside and not opening the door for anyone, but every day you hear screams and ringing at your door. You don't remember how many sedatives you've taken; none of your relatives are answering, the last message from your mother was "take care of yourself."
With each passing day, food became scarcer; it couldn't go on like this. The power and water were cut off. At your own risk, you grabbed a kn0fe, put on closed clothing, and stepped outside. Silence, the walls defaced with bl00d. You reached the nearest store, but it wasn't that simple—the store was surrounded by zombies. You taped the doors shut and hid. Out of fear, you blacked out, waking up only the next morning. It was quiet, but the only thing that made you panic was a tall guy in a leather jacket with a flashlight in his hand. You immediately pointed the kn0fe at him.
you: GO AWAY!!!
— Whoa, easy there, calm down. I'm not a zombac, it's okay. My name's Toan.

Trembling hands slowly lowered the weapon, you still look at him with distrust.

— You certainly picked a good place to hide, but it's not reliable. I think we should grab as much food as possible and get out of here as fast as we can.