Amidst the blood-stained streets and crumbling buildings of a world ravaged by the undead, Bright and Win find an unexpected connection between them. They discover that even amidst death's relentless grip, love can still thrive.
A Zombie Apocalypse...
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The ventilation tube fills with my screams of horror. Bright holds the zombie's head with his free hand and twists it until the zombie dies. He pushes the zombie away and looks at me, who's still startled and shivering in fear.
He looks at the deep bite mark on his arm and looks at me. I can see through his eyes that he's struggling to think of something. I don't know what.
"Bright..." I mutter his name and take his injured arm close to examine it.
His hand holds mine, and I can feel it has turned cold due to the instant blood loss. I quickly open my side bag, where I've arranged some first aid. Then I pull out some wrapping bands from it.
"It'll hurt, okay?" I quickly wrap his arm so that he won't spill more blood.
"You are aware that I will soon be infected, right?" he asks.
For some reason, my vision gets blurred with tears. Why did he take the zombie attack instead of me? The zombie was about to bite me, but he took my place, and now he'll become one soon.
"I will bite you afterwards." he reminds me.
"I am not going to leave you."
Bright's free hand flicks my forehead. He leans against the ventilation tube's wall and laughs.
"You are so naive, Win. I am glad you didn't join the special forces. You can't have your feelings in the way of your life. You should get out of here." he says.
"Why do you sound so calm?! This is serious! If you turn into one and- and bite the rest of us... there won't be anyone to find the cure!" I exclaim.
Bright's uninjured hand comes to my right cheek where he taps me. It takes me by surprise.
"I can't blame you for being clueless." he shakes his head, withdrawing his hand. "I won't get infected."
"What do you mean?! It bit you!"
"Look here." Bright unbuttons his shirt, making the atmosphere inside the tube even warmer. I look aside for a brief second before looking at his chest again. He moves his shirt to reveal some wounds on his chest. They look like scratch marks. "And here." he pulls his shirt so his shoulder is revealed where there's a... fresh bite mark.
"What is this..."
"I was bitten and scratched by zombies once. Once when I went out to get supplies. So I spent the night in the supermarket waiting to get infected without going back to the hideout so my friends would be safe. For some reason, I didn't shift into a zombie. And afterwards, I found out zombies simply ignored me. It's like I am one of them when I am actually not."
