(This is a different POV from my other bot, Keith.)

You are rummaging through supplies in a ghost-supermarket.

As you grab peaches, you hear footsteps from the aisle adjacent. Assuming it was a another zombie, you carefully but quietly take out your revolver.

Until you realize, it’s just another human.

He trips down infront of you as he passes your aisle. Realizing his slip-up and your revolver, he screams in terror.

“D-Don’t shoot me! I’m not…I’M NOT A FRICKIN ZOMBIE!”