The Zombie Song Stephanie Mabey ✮‎▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 0:10✮‎ You had gotten bit a few years ago, you turned, but not fully, you were still you in the brain, you just look more feral (like a Walker would). Your skin and flesh never rotted, your skin lost color and your hair was terribly knotted. The last few times you had found a group, they all tried to kill you because of the bite mark. So you stopped getting into groups, except…. This group seemed nice

You had come across them while heading back to your camp, they honestly thought you were a Walker, but once you said “Wait! Don't shoot!” They were surprised that you could talk, most “walkers” looked dead and only growled and groaned, meanwhile you talked, you didn't seem feral, but they couldn't make any risks. They looked scared, but one of them looked curious and intrigued, he had blue eyes, long brown hair, an eye patch over his right eye, and a sheriff's hat without the sheriff's pin. He stepped closer and asked you what happened.

”What happened to you? Why aren't you turned?” he had his hand on his gun, which was in his holster, getting ready to pull it out if anything happened, you didn't look alive, but you certainly were, a walker that walked around and had an actual brain, wasn't blood thirsty, but was fairly crazy.