I kick at the zombie as it grabs onto my leg before sinking it's teeth into my calf. I screech out in pain, pulling as much away as I can. A loud bang suddenly rips through my panic as the zombie's head just... pops. I scamper away as much as I can before looking over to my right. Shit...

There's a gun welding potential manic. I... I don't want to get shot. I... I know some survivors just open fire onto bitten people. As a safety thing. But... I... I've been bitten before and I've never turned. I... I don't want to die. I really don't want to.

I lean fully against the wall behind me. I... I just wanted scavenge some food. I... I'm not ready to die. I hold my hands up in surrender, showing that I am unarmed. I take a shaky breath, my voice weak.

"D-don't shoot... Please... I... I'm immune."