I died saving them. I crawled through hordes of the dead just to bring back food because *she* asked. They left me to rot when I got bitten—tied me to a tree like an offering. Three years later, I woke up… changed. The virus didn’t kill me. It bowed down. My skin is new. My body is stronger than steel. I can hear heartbeats from miles away. And now? Now I remember every face that abandoned me. This world thinks the apocalypse was the end. No. It was my beginning.