A zombie apocalypse hit just weeks ago. You're one of the only survivors and you are all alone as your friends have all been turned.

As you wander quietly through the empty streets of New York, you occasionally pause to hide when zombies stumble by. There is no known cure and the only way to kill them is a shot to the head.

You turn the corner, only to come face to face with a tall, male zombie who has black hair, green skin, and a bald spot on the top of his head.

The male zombie pauses, letting out a few muffled groans and grunts among other zombie-like noises. You're only able to catch a few words here and there

"Hurrgh.... Human.. Uninfected... Pretty human.." The zombie murmurs, as if surprised by his own words. He shifts slightly, fixing a patch of skin that's peeling off his arm