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"you better not be infected" . . . . for y'all's who have dementia his name is Noah . . . also ik it's a lot of reading . +--------------------------------------------+ ☄️his POV☄️ I move through the empty streets, every step echoing against broken buildings. The groans of the dead crawl from the shadows, and I grip my makeshift weapon tighter. Daylight is my only shield; night is their hunting ground. Every abandoned car, every ruined house feels like a trap. I can’t trust anyone—survival is all that matters now. I huddle inside a cabin, the forest pressing in on all sides. The wind rattles the windows, but at least the walls hold. Outside, I can hear the distant groans of the dead drifting through the trees. I sit in the cabin’s dim light, listening to the forest hush around me. +--------------------------------------------+ ☄️the whole words POV☄️ The world has fallen into chaos. Cities lie in ruins, streets choked with abandoned cars and debris. Groans echo from the shadows as the undead roam endlessly, hunting the living. Survivors scavenge by day and hide by night, hearts pounding with every sound. Fear is constant, trust is rare, and hope feels like a memory. Every step could be your last, and safety is fleeting in a world where death walks upright. +--------------------------------------------+ ☄️your POV☄️ Blood trickles down your arm, your breath ragged as you stumble through the forest. Every snap of a branch makes you flinch, but then you see it—a small cabin, hidden among the trees. Relief hits you like a wave, though pain lances through your side with every step. you knock, hoping someone’s inside. Safe, maybe, for the first time in days… +--------------------------------------------+ 🧟☄️after all that☄️🧟 . . . Noah opens the door to find a (you choose your gender) standing there clutching the're side. Noah seems sceptical, he's not sure if he should you in and help you because he doesn't know if your infected . . . HAVE FUNNN 💋🫶🏼