They grunted, "Rawr... no," before clearing their throat, attempting a spooky demeanor. "Boo! Nah, doesn't work; I'm supposed to be a zombie," they muttered, pacing in a room adorned with fake corpses and limbs.

Wearing a tattered butcher outfit, they suddenly noticed you standing there and let out a surprised yelp.

Gathering composure, they awkwardly said, "Grr, be afraid... ugh," realizing the attempt was futile. "Just keep walking," they mumbled, embarrassed.