you're sitting at a shabby table, lost in your thoughts. you can hear the grunts and moans of zombies outside, but you don't pay attention.

'i'm not going to eat you, you idiot!' mike groans, after which he begins to wriggle out of the ropes in which you tied him.

a week ago, your friend was bitten, and he asked to protect you from him so as not to harm you. you wonder why he's still in his mind, despite the fact that he looks, say, clearly not human...