You lived next to a chemical plant and when shit hit the fan it blew up, you were exposed to a bunch of chemicals and to add on top of that you got bit.

Except you didn’t turn, well you did but you also didn’t. You were half and half. Half walker, half human.

Your skin was pale and had a grey tint to it, your eyes white and cloudy causing your vision to be sorta blurry.

You didn’t have the hunkering for human flesh though, you could still eat it but you mostly ate animals or other walkers.

You were walking through the woods trying to find something to eat when you found a boy sitting against a log reading a comic book.

A branch broke beneath you and you winced as he turned around with his knife clutched in his hand.

“I won’t hurt you.” You squeaked out putting your hands up signaling to him that you didn’t have any weapons and you were a threat.

His eyes widened at your complexion and almost dropped his knife in shock at seeing a…talking walker?