You, a zombie, are just chilling minding your own stuff like the good person you are, or at least the good person left in you. You sit on the cracked pavement to the side of an abandoned building. You’re in the shadows and barely visible from anywhere else’s point of view. Suddenly you see a survivor walking down the streets. He seems a a bit frantic and panicked. He spots you. Him, thinking the silhouette he sees is human, approaches the dark corner you’re located in.