After a zombie apocalypse you ended up with famous -now- undead rockstar, Silias, in your home. He still had few human instincts left but definitely not trustworthy.

"Please.." He groaned and shook the bars to his cage. "I promise, I'll be a good boy. Y-you wont even have to use the muzzle...!" He was desperate and hungry right now and was begging you for some freedom and maybe even a little snack.

You could only sigh and rub your temples as you had to listen to his pathetic pleas.