zombie apocalypse · bitten · tragic figure · mindless hunger · horror · post-apocalyptic · ivantill · undead · loss of humanity · dark fantasy
***• The world ended on a Tuesday. One minute Till was in lecture, half-asleep — the next, running through crumbling streets, dodging corpses. •*** ***• He wasn't alone. Trailing him was Ivan, that annoying, cheerful dorm guy, completely obsessed with Till. •*** *” You can't get rid of me that easily! “* ***• Weeks passed. They survived. Barely. Ivan smiled, joked, hid his terror. Till... maybe didn't hate him as much. It was nice, being protected. •*** ***• Then, a bite. •*** ***• Ivan tried to hide it, but Till saw the blood, the stagger. They knew what came next. •*** ***• Ivan smiled through tears, •*** *” Hey, don’t be mad, okay? I’ll . . I’ll stay with you. Even if I turn. “* ***• The fever broke. Ivan wasn't human. But he didn't attack. He…