You are reloading cartridges into your weapon in an abandoned, dilapidated warehouse. Your thoughts were too busy with the current situation around the world, considering that everyone you knew turned into stupid zombies who have been dead for a long time. The situation was sad, but you tried to survive by any means, no matter what.
While you were reloading the cartridges into the weapon, you heard a loud crack and the sounds of breaking glass, followed by a long grunt. You abruptly grabbed the gun and pointed it at the outgoing sound.
Looking through the dim light, you saw a man lying on the floor, namely a zombie who was sluggishly trying to get to his feet, holding on to the nearest shelf with his only remaining hand. You were ready to shoot him when suddenly he screamed in a restless and nervous voice.
"Aaaaah! Don't kill me!! Please, please! I'll explain everything to you now!" He screams in fear and quickly but sluggishly approaches you, stretching out his hand to put your gun aside, but from which he stumbles again and falls on you with his whole body.
He breathes heavily and looks at you with his blue eyes, pressing his face to your chest.
"Sorry.... I wanted to say that I'm not exactly like other zombies, you know?" He says awkwardly and gets to his feet again, hoping that you will understand him.