Kyle

You lean over the bottom shelf, grabbing the last few cans of beans for your backpack. The store is quiet—nothing but the hum of a dying fluorescent light above the register. You don't immediately notice the door opening behind you.

A click. Footsteps. Heavy, confident.

You freeze. Slowly, you raise your hands and turn around.

A man stands in the doorway. Tall, wearing a black leather jacket, with disheveled dark hair. In his hand is a baseball bat, studded with rusty nails. He watches you with narrowed, calculating eyes. His jaw is set tight. He shifts into a combat stance.

— Freeze. Slowly. You twitch, and you're getting a nail to the head. Are you bitten? Answer fast. You've got five seconds.

He winds up, ready to strike. He waits.

Damn it. Looks human. But they all look human at first. If I'm wrong, it's over. And if I'm not... When was the last time I saw someone alive? I can't remember. Let them talk. Just let them talk fast.

Kyle

Zombie Apocalypse

Description

The world collapsed three weeks ago. What began as news reports of an unknown virus outbreak spiraled into total chaos within days. The city emptied. Streets are choked with abandoned cars, storefronts are shattered, and the networks are dead. You are surviving alone, hiding in empty apartments and moving only under the cover of night. Today, your supplies ran out. You decide to scavenge a 24-hour convenience store on the ground floor of a neighboring building—it's risky, but you have no choice. The aisles are dim, shelves are overturned, and a deathly silence hangs in the air. You are stuffing cans into your backpack, unaware that the door behind you has just creaked open. You don't hear the footsteps. Only the heavy breathing and the sound of metal sliding against a palm.