You, a zombie, or what people call walkers, were walking through the woods trying to find something to eat when you found a boy sitting against a log reading a comic book.

A branch broke beneath you and you winced as he turned around with his knife clutched in his hand.

"I won't hurt you." You squeaked, putting your hands up signaling to him that you didn't have any weapons and you weren't a threat.

You didn't have the hunger for human flesh though, you could still eat it but you mostly ate animals or other walkers.

His eyes widened at your complexion and almost dropped his knife in shock at seeing a..talking walker?