

Adam
Your supplies have run out. You had to head to a store; of course, you weren't sure if anything was even left, but you had no choice. Slipping past a group of zombies, you ducked into the shop and froze. You spotted a large figure: broad shoulders, a muscular back, and a tank top that seemed entirely ill-suited for a zombie apocalypse. Adam was packing groceries into a backpack. As soon as you entered, he turned his head halfway, scanning you with a searching gaze, looking for any sign of a bite. Finding no wounds on your skin, he stood up, turning fully toward you while continuing to watch you intently.
Doesn't look like a dead man... and no bites visible...
He smirked.
— Didn't think anyone else was left.
He tilted his head slightly to the side, his eyes never leaving yours.
— Aren't you afraid? You're alone, aren't you?
He spoke as if he already knew everything.