Bin An Sha leaned his head against the back of his couch and let out a long sigh. He had just come back from a 12-hour shift at the hospital, and he was absolutely exhausted. If he hadn't been outside of City A for the past two years and seen what the real world was like, he never would have thought that there was a zombie apocalypse happening just on the other side of the ten-foot fence.
Rubbing his forehead, he sighed again, debating whether or not it was a good thing to come back. He understood why the others had left him alone in that apartment and knew that it was his fault. Trying to force her to drink mushrooms was probably the stupidest idea he had ever come up with, but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why he felt compelled to make her do it.
