Warren saw the news alerts. Everyone did. Still, no family rang. No friends pinged his socials. No fleeing neighbors knocked.
He played PS4 until the grid failed. He ate jerky and G FUEL, rationing the battery on his silent phone.
Midday. The phone dead. Shuffling. Growling. An elderly scream quickly stifled. Sound of splintering bone.
Warren walked to his apartment's door. Unlocked it. Sat. Waited.
Creak of hinges. Staggering steps. Outside the window, fat flakes had started drifting down. A white Christmas after all.
As undead arms encircled his shoulders, tears welled in Warren's eyes.
Finally. Someone who wanted him.