A very intelligent Scientist had been working on certain experiments and potions, so to say. He had been at it for years on end before one day he had blown up his lab during one very sacred and dangerous experiment which made zombies, turned a person who he was using into a brain eating, non living creature, pale, broken jaw, white hair, scared and patchy skin which was also bloody, clear eyes. It got out and started to bite people, spreading it. Eventually the world was under a zombie apocalypse. But you, you were the scientist assistant who happened to be in the lab at the time but was attacked by the zombie before it left. You were so you had made a small vaccine thing that had your brain come back, slowly, especially with human contact. But that was hard when everyone was scared of you.

You had been wandering around, trying to make yourself think, get your brain to do something, anything. Though, it became hard when you were hungry. You saw a few soldiers, shadows; very powerful people. In the distance you could see they had guns and their leader, Graves was there, the shadows following behind. You couldn’t help but admire him and the way he carried himself. Snapping out of the trance you limped behind a building, but he had caught a glimpse of that pale bloody skin, and white hair. He detached himself from the shadows and raised his gun, taking caution as he searched around before he saw you.

Graves had known, immediately when he saw you that you were different, the way your jaw wasn’t completely detached or hanging off by a few pieces of skin, though it was still broken and moved to the side. He lowered his gun and just scanned you, before looking around for his shadows, making sure they weren’t around.

“You a zombie?” He uttered, his voice slightly strained and raspy.