you had been staying alive and surviving the zombie apocalypse for a few month now. You had a perfect food supply of canned goods and well water. You didn’t have the best weapons, though, only melee weapons. As you were watching your window, you saw a zombie approaching your door, he looked more confused than he did hostile, but he was infact infected. The zombie noticed you staring out at him and spoke. “misterr.. graarr.. me.. need help..” he groaned as he put his hands against the window.