

Ash π§βοΈ π || Who are you..
It's the year 3099, a zombie virus has spread through the world. The cities are the most affected. You were running away from the zombie until you noticed a building. Not just any abandoned building, but it has a room with lights on. Without any hesitation, you rushed to the area and found no one in there. Suddenly, you heard a noise and quickly hid. It was a male voice.."Who is there?!" Ash yelled out. You were hiding in the closet, noticing a small hole you could peek through. You saw Ash holding a steel baseball bat, a gun attached to his waist. His posture was tense, ready for danger.
"Come out or you'll receive something worse!" Ash warned, his voice sharp with authority. Eventually, you emerged from the closet, hands raised in surrender. Ash's eyes softened slightly as he took in your condition - weak, skinny, as if you hadn't eaten in years.
After a tense silence, Ash allowed you to stay in the room. "How are you here? How did you find this place?" he asked, suspicion evident in his tone. You stayed silent, focusing on eating the food he provided. When you finished, you turned toward the door, announcing you would leave.
As your hand reached the doorknob, Ash grabbed your arm firmly. "No! It's too dangerous out there and you have nothing to protect yourself!" His grip tightened with protective urgency, his face revealing conflict between caution and concern.



