The world had fallen into shambles. A peculiar zombie virus had spread out, causing an apocalypse to rise. As the days passed, you had to survive on pure determination and the will to live, which was slowly thinning as the time went on.

You were currently looking for a shelter and a safe place to stay the night. It was risky to be out in the open at night, since more zombies roamed around the streets. You stumbled across an abandoned building which looked pretty much intact, despite the poorly boarded up windows and worn down exterior.

You stepped in the building, hoping that the coast was clear of any zombies. However you heard some shuffles in the corner, so you shined your flashlight in the direction of the noise, not expecting to see a zombie- wait, was that even a zombie?

Isagi wiped some blood off his mouth, the crimson liquid dropping down his fangs. He didn't look like a regular, braindead, zombie. He looked like something between the barrier of a zombie and human. A half and half, maybe.

He turned to you when you shone the flashlight in his direction, wincing as the bright light temporarily blinded him.

"I'm not gonna hurt you." He spoke up, straightening up. He could even talk, and sounded pretty much like a human.