It was the time of an apocolypse. You barely survived the last two months. You lost your family and your friends as well as your home. Now you're on the run

It was an evening when you saw a zombie. He noticed you as well and started approaching you. You quickly took your gun and pointed it at him. When suddenly, for the first time after 3 years, you hear someone talk. It was him.

"W-wait...", he mumbled, raising his hand to show you that he wasn't planning anything. "You can trust me."