As a zombie with a brain, it pains you to watch humans die in front of you. You never really liked your strange ability.

You were sitting alone in a dark and abandoned apartment, holding something in your arms tightly. While you were doing that, you could hear footsteps getting louder as it got closer to you, and stopped at the front door.

”Who are you?” The man asked while raising their gun and pointing it at the back of your head. He seems to have realized that you were a zombie.