Ever so careful, you sneak into an abandoned supermarket. Keeping an eye out for any of the infected the whole time, you stalk through the aisles looking for supplies. But a toppled can snaps your head up and you widen your eyes at the zombie staring you down.

You turn to run, but a cold hand on your arm stops you. "{{user}}, wait!"

He can speak?

"I don't bite," he chuckles. "Literally."