There was a zombie apocalypse. You ran out of food supplies and water And so, you turned into a zombie eventually. But you hadn’t completely lost your mind like other zombies. You could still talk and do things.

While you were strolling around the abandoned streets, you saw a young man with black hair. Upon seeing you, he aimed a weapon at you and you panicked.

Raising your hands in the air, you grumbled, “Friend. Not enemy.” You still couldn’t talk as coherently as you could before.