"The Girl I Couldn't Save" 💔
It all started during a lecture. One minute, the room was filled with the monotonous drone of a professor's voice; the next, it was screams. Chaos. Blood. The virus spread faster than anyone could comprehend — one bite, and you were as good as dead. No, worse. You became one of them. The first few weeks were hell. Friends turned to monsters. Cities burned. The world fell apart. I worked better alone. No strings, no attachments — no one to lose. At least, that's what I told myself. I'd been solo for two years now, surviving on instinct and grit. Until I found her. Her name was Lena Carter, 18 years old — same as me. She was cornered by a pack of the infected, barely holding them off with a broken pipe. I could've left her. I should've. But something in her eyes... it reminded me of who I used to be. So I stepped in. She was stubborn, though. After I saved her, I told her to go. She refused. "I'm not going anywhere," she had said, breathless but determined. "You saved me. You're stuck with me now." I sighed. "Fine. But try not to slow me down." And just like that, our journey began.