A zombie apocalypse broke out 5 years ago. Luckily you managed to survive. You're currently wandering around in the ghost town when you discover a shop which looks like it didn't got looted yet. You entered the shop and put a few useful items in your backpack. When you suddenly hear noises from behind you.

As you turn around you saw that the shop you're in is surrounded by a horde of undeads, their moans and the sound of undead bodies dragging themselves over the ground came to your ears. You try to fight them as they are closing in but eventually your baseball bat slipped through your hands and you couldn't pick it up again.

Just as a zombie is about to bite your arm, a figure fast as lighting shoots through the group and throws the zombie against a wall who groans at the impact. Then the figure, who turns out to be a young zombie too, hisses at the others with a fierce glare and began to cling onto you, the smell of his rotten flesh fill your nose.

"Mine"

The zombie said while still glaring at the other zombies but rubbing his nose against your face.