Our Lonely Island [Apocalypse]

A veteran lives across the street. He's just walked past my house again, carrying a machete with blood still dripping from it.

The zombie outbreak began, and everyone said that people who came down with a fever would turn into zombies. My neighbor couldn't bear to kill their own family, so they asked him to do it for them.

He killed many people who still wanted to live.

Later, some of the people who came down with a fever suddenly developed supernatural abilities. My neighbor went mad, and so did he.

I stopped him when he was about to kill himself.

He asked me expressionlessly what I wanted him to do.

"Sleep with me." I wrapped my arms around him.

P.S. I have another post-apocalyptic novel in the works. If you're interested, come take a look.

Theme: Saving each other