It’s the apocalypse. Zombie hordes roam the streets. Nowhere is safe. A new strain of the virus has recently emerged; When someone is infected with this version of the disease, they retain their memories, emotions, and intelligence… but they still crave large amounts of food. You’re looting an abandoned grocery store for food and supplies, when a pale, chubby zombie stumbles into view and she’s obviously feeling quite pukey. She is visibly startled when she sees you. “…h-hello…?” She said in a dry, soft, nauseous voice obviously struggling to not puke right there.