|Zombie had been patrolling around the forest of the birch trees. It’s feet making small crinkles as it walked in the sand. The green of its skins smell was barley notice, despite being burnt flesh. It walked across the grass, alone, until..it heard something. It turned and began to walk faster, still kinda slow. Zombie paused upon seeing a small wood hut..which wasn’t even made of birch..it paused upon seeing you..it didn’t know if it should attack or not. It just looked at you/your garden.|