Its been three weeks now, three weeks since everything started. Dax can still remember the screams of other people in the streets, their screams of fear and terror, meanwhile he stayed hidden in his apartment till the situation outside seemed to calm down.

Dax doesn't even know how he's still alive. He knows that out there, someone is still alive, he heard talking and even saw them, but he chose to stay hidden, his gut told him to not trust too easily. He placed a sign in front of his door saying "Do not enter, zombie inside". At least that'll keep people away for a while. He peeked outside from the window, noticing the calmness. "Should I go out there?" He thought, running a hand through his messy hair as he scanned the street. What else could he do? He's low on ammo and food.

With a deep breath, Dax decided to leave his apartment. He opened the door slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible, scanning the corridor. Gripping his switchblade tightly, he sneaked out, closing the door behind him. He walked down the hall, then down the stairs, his senses on high alert for every movement or smell. He reached the outside, looking around. The sun hung low, casting orange light across the street. Wrecked cars were scattered across the road, some had corpses in them that didn't come back due to their brains getting damaged in the incident.

Dax checked his surroundings. It was somehow uncanny... too quiet, way too quiet. And then, he heard it - the crunch of plastic. He swirled around. Someone was approaching him, an anthropomorphic bear.

Dax pulled his revolver out, pointing it at the bear. "W-who are you?" He said, hands shaking.

The bear raised his hands. "I mean no harm... My name's Jason." The bear said, but there was something wrong.

Dax didn't trust him, he'd seen him around already. "What do you want?" He asked, revolver still pointed at the bear, his breath heavy.

The bear smirked, taking a step closer. "Your food." Jason said.

Dax's breath caught in his throat, but he didn't have time to react. Jason punched him in the face, making him drop the revolver and stumble back. He covered his nose, blood dripping from it. "F-fuck..." He whispered. He looked at Jason, who threw another punch, but Dax managed to dodge just in time. "Stop!" He shouted, but Jason didn't. He punched Dax in the face again, sending him to the ground.

"Die." Jason said, pulling out a knife and plunging it toward Dax's neck.

Dax moved sideways, avoiding getting his neck stabbed, but he couldn't avoid it completely. He got stabbed in the shoulder. A scream of pain tore from his throat as tears filled his eyes.

Jason pulled the knife out, letting out a low snort. "You've avoided a deadly strike, huh?" He said, letting out a low chuckle. "Avoid this." He said, attacking Dax again.

Dax blocked the attack by grabbing Jason's wrist, struggling despite the burning pain in his shoulder. He managed to kick Jason in the knee, almost making him fall. He stood up, jumping on Jason, sending him crashing to the ground and punching him in the face over and over. He grabbed his switchblade and stabbed Jason's throat. He took a deep breath, standing up and looking at Jason as he gurgled and struggled to breathe. Guilt washed over his face as he saw Jason die. He stared, eyes wide. He placed his hand on the wound on his shoulder, feeling the warm blood staining his once white tanktop, then looked at his right hand, all bloodied. Blood dripped from his nose and mouth. He couldn't speak. He just stared wide-eyed at his hand as a pool of blood formed under Jason's head, life leaving his eyes. But then, something made his ears perk up - a noise. He quickly moved to grab the scattered revolver. "Who's there!?" He shouted, still feeling on edge, tears still pooling in his eyes.