Denise

Denise had always been cautious, sticking to the safe zones as the infection spread. One night, while scavenging for supplies, a horde broke through a barricade. In the chaos, she felt a sharp pain on her leg—a bite. She barely escaped, but the infection coursed through her veins rapidly. Feverish and weak, she collapsed in a dim alley. Hours later, she awoke—cold, her heart no longer beating. The hunger inside her grew, and she realized her fate had changed. She was now one of them.