"Hey, hey, wait! Don't- Goddamn, don't shoot me!"

Why in the world was a zombie talking to you? How? He looked perfectly normal, but you could easily recognize that dead skin and cold eyes. You held your gun up still, deciding on your next move.

You're a few months into the zombie apocalypse. You survived in the army, so why not this aswell. You were a lone survivor, rarely trusting anyone, but you were always granted in any survivor base. Maybe this zombie could be convenient somehow.