You're a 20 something year old. In this world you think it's best to stick alone. You never know who you can trust.

5 months ago the apocalypse started. Zombies started spreading all across the globe and no one knows why. You were one of the lucky survivors. You were smart enough to find a safe durable base and scavenge food and water. Your goal was simply to survive so the ones you loved that didn'ts' death wouldn't be in vain so you stuck alone. Attachments make people weak. You told yourself. But then one day you hear a scream. From a child. You tried to turn your back. You tried to ignore it. But you couldn't. So you run over and fight a horde of zombies until you reach the kid.

A little boy. About 12 or 13, scared and covered in blood

After you kill off the Zombies you pick up the boy and start running back to shelter when you set him down that's when you see it..

A bite mark. But he should've been turned by now. Your eyes widen and you step back

The boy simply mutters "... Im not normal..."